| Song | Tha Way We Run It |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Last Man Standing |
| 作词 : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| One two one two (check it out) | |
| One two one two (check it out) | |
| Uh | |
| [b-real] | |
| I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire | |
| Just another brick in the wall you fall tired | |
| Who will be the one son to fall victim? | |
| Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing? | |
| No way out | |
| You can't stay out - your hook | |
| Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook | |
| Where will you seek shelter? killafornia | |
| What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner? | |
| You silly fucking goner, where will you hide? | |
| On the sick side of town facin' the long ride | |
| Sick-ass soul assassins i keep blastin' | |
| Cause you never know when it's time for some action | |
| A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin' | |
| Through your city get the committee a ready faction | |
| We run shit | |
| And muthafuckas are on it | |
| You can't call it, buster you better stall it | |
| [chorus] | |
| We got g-boys and ho's on deck | |
| One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out) | |
| You see a robbery | |
| We done it | |
| That's just the way we run it | |
| [eiht] | |
| Ten years in the game, no chains remain | |
| Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain | |
| First green since the b.g. | |
| I gotta get cream | |
| Late nite hype's the fiends as i plots a scheme | |
| Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows | |
| But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos | |
| Did good | |
| I made up tapes about the hood | |
| Locked down that shit as nobody could | |
| Enemies always out to get me | |
| But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me | |
| Street dreams always made of this | |
| Top dollar | |
| Bitches and switches is on my list | |
| Leave your ass with the good night kiss | |
| Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss | |
| Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill | |
| Real g's always packs the steel | |
| [chorus] | |
| [eiht] | |
| It ain't a problem that i can't fix | |
| Cause i can do it - in the mix | |
| Nowadays | |
| We be's the g's that's deadly | |
| Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready | |
| Common sense'll tell you, slide out | |
| But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out | |
| Got the picture? | |
| We don't play no games | |
| Eiht and b-real fuckin' frank & jesse james | |
| To the limit | |
| Watch us do what we do | |
| Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue | |
| Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all | |
| Ball cause we to tall and never fall | |
| We got paper fo' sho' | |
| No doubt | |
| Criminal mind this time you're assed out | |
| Define it | |
| Here's your strollin' paper just sign it | |
| Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk | |
| [chorus] | |
| Soul assassins one time | |
| Soul assassins two times | |
| Geah | |
| My nigga muggs | |
| Still pushin' that china white | |
| Check it out, uh | |
| Boom bam in the house | |
| My nigga foe in the house | |
| Geah | |
| Cypress in the house, uh | |
| Take 2 to your mouth | |
| Soul assassins | |
| That's right | |
| Whatcha wanna do? |
| zuò cí : Muggs Parker, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| One two one two check it out | |
| One two one two check it out | |
| Uh | |
| breal | |
| I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire | |
| Just another brick in the wall you fall tired | |
| Who will be the one son to fall victim? | |
| Who' s on the street, who' s runnin' from pigs wishing? | |
| No way out | |
| You can' t stay out your hook | |
| Criminal lifestyle, you' re booked in the crook | |
| Where will you seek shelter? killafornia | |
| What' ll you do when you see the heat around the corner? | |
| You silly fucking goner, where will you hide? | |
| On the sick side of town facin' the long ride | |
| Sickass soul assassins i keep blastin' | |
| Cause you never know when it' s time for some action | |
| A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin' | |
| Through your city get the committee a ready faction | |
| We run shit | |
| And muthafuckas are on it | |
| You can' t call it, buster you better stall it | |
| chorus | |
| We got gboys and ho' s on deck | |
| One times gafflin' niggas that chin check check it out | |
| You see a robbery | |
| We done it | |
| That' s just the way we run it | |
| eiht | |
| Ten years in the game, no chains remain | |
| Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain | |
| First green since the b. g. | |
| I gotta get cream | |
| Late nite hype' s the fiends as i plots a scheme | |
| Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows | |
| But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos | |
| Did good | |
| I made up tapes about the hood | |
| Locked down that shit as nobody could | |
| Enemies always out to get me | |
| But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won' t hit me | |
| Street dreams always made of this | |
| Top dollar | |
| Bitches and switches is on my list | |
| Leave your ass with the good night kiss | |
| Makes moves smooth so your shorty won' t miss | |
| Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill | |
| Real g' s always packs the steel | |
| chorus | |
| eiht | |
| It ain' t a problem that i can' t fix | |
| Cause i can do it in the mix | |
| Nowadays | |
| We be' s the g' s that' s deadly | |
| Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready | |
| Common sense' ll tell you, slide out | |
| But ain' t no fuckin' where for you to hide out | |
| Got the picture? | |
| We don' t play no games | |
| Eiht and breal fuckin' frank jesse james | |
| To the limit | |
| Watch us do what we do | |
| Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue | |
| Senoritas and pesos yes yes y' all | |
| Ball cause we to tall and never fall | |
| We got paper fo' sho' | |
| No doubt | |
| Criminal mind this time you' re assed out | |
| Define it | |
| Here' s your strollin' paper just sign it | |
| Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk | |
| chorus | |
| Soul assassins one time | |
| Soul assassins two times | |
| Geah | |
| My nigga muggs | |
| Still pushin' that china white | |
| Check it out, uh | |
| Boom bam in the house | |
| My nigga foe in the house | |
| Geah | |
| Cypress in the house, uh | |
| Take 2 to your mouth | |
| Soul assassins | |
| That' s right | |
| Whatcha wanna do? |