Who Run It - Inspectah Deck, Streetlife, Hellfire

Yeah, it’s lit, yo Dan

This beat sound like niggas want some money and somethin', man, fo' real

Hellfire, Inspectah Deck, Streetlife

(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')

Let’s talk facts, niggas know that my gun’ll blow

Eliminate any question of «Who run the show?»

So when its time to go to war, Hell unleash the violence

It gets fatal like a case of the Zika virus

The book is closing, no time for new members here

We gettin' paper, sellin' well 'cross the hemisphere

The bottle is pourin', model’s is whorin'

All the vehicle be top, be exotic and foreign

If a nigga try to flex then his body is fallin'

His last place to breath be inside of a coffin

Every day I plot ways of how to get to this bag

Hit the plug for ten bricks and that we split them in half

See real niggas shouldn’t respond with sneak disses

My fifth letter ring in your mouth like freak bitches

(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')

No matter how you roll the dice, you know the soldier nice

Flow sharp, you would think it was a Logan slice

Grab bae, hold 'em, tight while I blow the site

Like, hit a niggaquicker than a cobra strike strike

Yeah, you know the price, this shit’ll cost ya, we own the night

Shittin' on you orifice, niggas wanna sequel when the bus is rollin'

ODB, nigga, please, you must be trollin'

I adjust to no one, only fams within arms reach

Violation of my fam, that’s when the arms reach

Why they hatin'?

'Cause we takin'

Takin' mad trips to foreign lands

They ain’t even on vacation

Whole scenery change, new greenery, strange

Couple mamis and bikinis to flame

Only MV I fuck with, jeeps are stridden

It’s gold time, no time for the foolishness

Who run it

We run it

Rebel I engage the call all morning

Pull up curbside on your block, who on it?

Hop out, guns drawn, nigga, you runnin'?

Nobody move, or catch tubes to your stomach

While you talk about what you gonna do, we done it

This is nothing new to me, it’s getting redundant (runnin')

Who run it?

You run from it, America’s Most Wanted

Still gunnin', I stayed flooded

Streetlife, I spray hell’s fire, I’m a known Arson

I got mad priers, call niggas out like umpires

You’s a damn liar, you didn’t shoot, it was a misfire

We run these streets like car tires

You just squire in your own empire, you’s a dick rider

(runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin')

The Wu-Tang were naturally enraged and they challenged Shaolin but all the

other temples, they mediated.

Our chief, Abbot, as a gesture of peace had to

withdraw Shaolin.

So Wu-Tang took

Shaolin’s place.

And after that, they became number one.

(number one,

number one)