Who Run It Chords by Three 6 Mafia

Tempo:
79.575 bpm
Chords used:

F#

A

F#m

G

Bm

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Three 6 Mafia-Who Run It chords
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[F#m] Who run it?
These
[F#] bitches ain't run it Run it
Shine your love [A] now
Cause the first hater
Step up her
Hater is getting [F#] tossed out
These bitches ain't run it
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first hater step the first
Hater get [F#] tossed out, these bitches ain't runnin'
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first hater step the first
Hater get [F#] tossed out, these bitches ain't runnin'
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first one out step the first
One on my [F#m] toes now
These niggas got plenty of dough, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out electric cars, just like the Hulk on the run
I'm here to plant in me words, but ain't no ashes to prove them
We can do straight, walk the walk, we can do stickin' and movin'
We can be in the lonely streets, or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your fist, plastic clock, or pop your goddamn brain
Please don't hate me, hate the bank, for stacks of keys that I take
All in my shiny wristband, and big ass brims I rotate
See people think when I'm comin', got something thick in the stomach
They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin'
Niggas are comin' like this, I'll be in your mouth like a bitch
Say, who in here think of me?
I'm bread and water, what's the bitch?
I started this family adventure, love to hate, always see comin' out the bank
Always have to miss my name, hear you hide, earn it, drink
I said, what's this for, you can't, but you know I'm holdin' right
When you see the platinum rollin', put that ice in, make you crazy
I use the streets that have you heard, poppin' muffins, [G#] droppin' birds
Order from the nuts [G] and cocks, [F#] throwin' out the facts of earth
Ain't [Bm] afraid to come [F#m] to steal, politicians make you feel
If you born a mummy, Albuquerque, he's the trouble [F#] of the year
These bitches ain't runnin', shiver child melt
[A] Cops are furries, haters death of birth, haters get cold [F#] feet
These bitches ain't runnin', shiver child melt
[A] Cops are furries, haters death of birth, haters [F#m] get cold feet
I can't take it anymore, I'm bout to explode
[F#] I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill you boy
All I wanna do is wear the keys and, wear the keys and
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get skeeted
All on this [F#m] motherfuckin' flow, nigga flow
They don't know better, we'll get up soon
Put that beat in your heart with a hard fuckin' throw
Nigga flow, nigga flow
Skank goes on and on, still hungry, starving for a platinum supper
Wipe that pussy suck like Vanity Fair, they sick of me eatin' rubble
Never was good, scat, done them all down, even ghost town
Sticks, stacks, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
All back, fashion in the bank, beatin' bitches down
Felt like, laced with a bomb, body never found
Catch a close encounter, got the anaconda, kills all these rat bombs
Chemophobia, synchro, venom, shot into [F#] the dog
Them bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job out [A] cuz the first hater stepped [F#m] the first hater get tossed [F#] out
These bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job out [A] cuz the first hater stepped the first hater get tossed [F#] out
[A]
[F#] These bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job [A] out cuz the first one outstepped the first one imma toss out
Here we [F#m] go, are you weak, assholes in my face like you my friend
Purple stick dropped in again, time to make it rain
Coke, dame, hot dame, pose lame, this a shame
I don't just look forward to the pick up on these bitches [F#] like fat cats
But I be packing how you love that
Fuck a plan of [F#m] tax, give me money where the dollars at
Get dead in a second [F#] for 10 G's
Black Haven is what I be on my P's
F.T. Watch out for your children
Mr.
Warden better lock him in the basement
The promise of the rugged, [G] uncorrupted, ugly, push [F#] the budget
Close the fucking door, my niggas with bruises tryna tear your soul from Peter Peter [Bm] Boutier
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [F#m]
[F#] [A]
[F#] [D#]
Key:  
F#
134211112
A
1231
F#m
123111112
G
2131
Bm
13421112
F#
134211112
A
1231
F#m
123111112
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To learn Three 6 Mafia - Who Run It chords, your practice should emphasize these chord progressions: F#m, F#, A, F#, A and F#m. Set your pace at 39 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 80. With an eye on the song's key F# Minor, set the capo that best suits your vocal range.

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[F#m] _ Who run _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
it? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ These _ _
[F#] bitches ain't run it Run it
Shine your love [A] now
Cause the first hater
Step up her
Hater is getting [F#] tossed out
These bitches ain't run it
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first hater step the first
Hater get [F#] tossed out, these bitches ain't runnin'
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first hater step the first
Hater get [F#] tossed out, these bitches ain't runnin'
Run, shit with y'all [A] mouth, cause the first one out step the first
One on my [F#m] toes now
These niggas got plenty of dough, but they ain't got plenty guns
I'm bustin' out electric cars, just like the Hulk on the run
I'm here to plant in me words, but ain't no ashes to prove them
We can do straight, walk the walk, we can do stickin' and movin'
We can be in the lonely streets, or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your fist, plastic clock, or pop your goddamn brain
Please don't hate me, hate the bank, for stacks of keys that I take
All in my shiny wristband, and big ass brims I rotate
See people think when I'm comin', got something thick in the stomach
They wonderin' what I brought in, they wonderin' what I got comin'
Niggas are comin' like this, I'll be in your mouth like a bitch
Say, who in here think of me?
I'm bread and water, what's the bitch?
I started this family adventure, love to hate, always see comin' out the bank
Always have to miss my name, hear you hide, earn it, drink
I said, what's this for, you can't, but you know I'm holdin' right
When you see the platinum rollin', put that ice in, make you crazy
I use the streets that have you heard, poppin' muffins, [G#] droppin' birds
Order from the nuts [G] and cocks, [F#] throwin' out the facts of earth
Ain't [Bm] afraid to come [F#m] to steal, politicians make you feel
If you born a mummy, Albuquerque, he's the trouble [F#] of the year
These bitches ain't runnin', shiver child melt
[A] Cops are furries, haters death of birth, haters get cold [F#] feet
These bitches ain't runnin', shiver child melt
[A] Cops are furries, haters death of birth, haters [F#m] get cold feet
I can't take it anymore, I'm bout to explode
[F#] I'm bout to overload, I'm bout to kill you boy
All I wanna do is wear the keys and, wear the keys and
Keep it easy, you don't wanna get skeeted
All on this [F#m] motherfuckin' flow, nigga flow
They don't know better, we'll get up soon
Put that beat in your heart with a hard fuckin' throw
Nigga flow, nigga flow
Skank goes on and on, still hungry, starving for a platinum supper
Wipe that pussy suck like Vanity Fair, they sick of me eatin' rubble
Never was good, scat, done them all down, even ghost town
Sticks, stacks, brains on the ground, with a cannon round
All back, fashion in the bank, beatin' bitches down
Felt like, laced with a bomb, body never found
Catch a close encounter, got the anaconda, kills all these rat bombs
Chemophobia, synchro, venom, shot into [F#] the dog
Them bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job out [A] cuz the first hater stepped [F#m] the first hater get tossed [F#] out
These bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job out [A] cuz the first hater stepped the first hater get tossed [F#] out
_ _ [A] _ _ _
[F#] These bitches ain't runnin'
Ship a job [A] out cuz the first one outstepped the first one imma toss out
Here we [F#m] go, are you weak, assholes in my face like you my friend
Purple stick dropped in again, time to make it rain
Coke, dame, hot dame, pose lame, this a shame
I don't just look forward to the pick up on these bitches [F#] like fat cats
But I be packing how you love that
Fuck a plan of [F#m] tax, give me money where the dollars at
Get dead in a second [F#] for 10 G's
Black Haven is what I be on my P's
F.T. Watch out for your children
Mr.
Warden better lock him in the basement
The promise of the rugged, [G] uncorrupted, ugly, push [F#] the budget
Close the fucking door, my niggas with bruises tryna tear your soul from Peter Peter [Bm] Boutier
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ _

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This song was penned by William Hart, Thom Bell, Juicy J and DJ Paul.

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