"We Run This" lyrics
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
I'll be more than happy to show you how I rap
Who I am, where I'm from and what's coming up next
Fuck the glitter and the gold and all the glamour and glits
I'm here for one reason and survey says to get rich
So give me the loot, show me the cash
Open the safe, show me the stash
I suggest that you show you full cool operation
Or end up in the hospital getting emergency operations
Family asking, "Doctor, doctor, Will he make it through?"
But there's that doctor-doctor can do
When the ch-ch-ch-choppers are ch-ch-ch-chopping at you
That's it, you're done, you're finished, you're through
There's no coming back, what you think we're cooking crack?
Just one question, dawg, What the fuck are you looking at?
I know it's hard, it's hard to understand
But, Pitbull will serve you anyway, even underhand
Don't fuck around, because you just might end up under land
I'm not a coward, motherfucker, I'm the man
I'm a killer on tracks, call me the son of Sam
I don't know it y'all ready, but bet ya ass I am
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
I'm telling you, dawg, cojelo suave
Take a good look at yourself in the mirror if you're under silence
Just think of yourself in a pan box
Just think of yourself as a dime rock
'Cause you're gonna get smoke as soon as I choke
The trigger on the nine Glock
What Pit buys, Pit locks, Pit's why, no, Pit's not
But of course, I'm why, but get this shit right
I'm a little white Cuban that's groovin'
More than enough, more than enough
I was put on this Earth to cause chaos
I put in this work to enjoy the payoff
Truth hurts, but truth is, y'all niggas have been laid off
Unless you're a bitch, don't ride my dick
Bitch, do me the favor, stay off
Who wants what, P to the I, I to the T
I don't give a fuck if you're blind when I rhyme
Y'all niggas gonna see me, eat me
Beat me, defeat me, see-see, como lo papo
Pop ya, and leave, no, everything, stock's attorney
The inch, no medicine to the 6-4
That's heaven sent, I represent, cause the Cubans will represent
From the bottom of the bat handle, when I ch-ch-bang you
This is what I hand you, once you hear that, "Oh, shit"
You've been hit like a pit on a lift from the four fifth
Oh, If your man wanted two, shit, you can get it once more spit
Now who run this shit
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
I'll be more than happy to show you how I rap
Who I am, where I'm from and what's coming up next
Fuck the glitter and the gold and all the glamour and glits
I'm here for one reason and survey says to get rich
So give me the loot, show me the cash
Open the safe, show me the stash
I suggest that you show you full cool operation
Or end up in the hospital getting emergency operations
Family asking, "Doctor, doctor, Will he make it through?"
But there's that doctor-doctor can do
When the ch-ch-ch-choppers are ch-ch-ch-chopping at you
That's it, you're done, you're finished, you're through
There's no coming back, what you think we're cooking crack?
Just one question, dawg, What the fuck are you looking at?
I know it's hard, it's hard to understand
But, Pitbull will serve you anyway, even underhand
Don't fuck around, because you just might end up under land
I'm not a coward, motherfucker, I'm the man
I'm a killer on tracks, call me the son of Sam
I don't know it y'all ready, but bet ya ass I am
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
I'm telling you, dawg, cojelo suave
Take a good look at yourself in the mirror if you're under silence
Just think of yourself in a pan box
Just think of yourself as a dime rock
'Cause you're gonna get smoke as soon as I choke
The trigger on the nine Glock
What Pit buys, Pit locks, Pit's why, no, Pit's not
But of course, I'm why, but get this shit right
I'm a little white Cuban that's groovin'
More than enough, more than enough
I was put on this Earth to cause chaos
I put in this work to enjoy the payoff
Truth hurts, but truth is, y'all niggas have been laid off
Unless you're a bitch, don't ride my dick
Bitch, do me the favor, stay off
Who wants what, P to the I, I to the T
I don't give a fuck if you're blind when I rhyme
Y'all niggas gonna see me, eat me
Beat me, defeat me, see-see, como lo papo
Pop ya, and leave, no, everything, stock's attorney
The inch, no medicine to the 6-4
That's heaven sent, I represent, cause the Cubans will represent
From the bottom of the bat handle, when I ch-ch-bang you
This is what I hand you, once you hear that, "Oh, shit"
You've been hit like a pit on a lift from the four fifth
Oh, If your man wanted two, shit, you can get it once more spit
Now who run this shit
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
Who runs this here?
No, we run this here
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