Running Your Mouth

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					(feat. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Foxy Brown, Busta Rhymes,..)

    [Notorious B.I.G.:]
    Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
    Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
    Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
    Where Brooklyn at?

    1, 2, 3, and...

    [Fabolous:]
    Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man
    Can't tell that to a dingy old man
    Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man
    Icy Audemar, hendy gold band
    With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan
    That's why I keep the 9 in the Bently door pan
    Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us
    Know it's gon' blow for my dough
    Why would you try with that guy
    Scene told u he keep it G
    We can bang like the two chains on my neck
    The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects
    The coup's up take the new Lame for a sec

    12" up, new cane in the deck nigga
    Right now with a squeezer and a coozie
    And Im goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi

    [Chorus:]
    They talk about it, we all about it
    They making plans, we sit and counting
    Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain
    You heard about it cause she running her mouth

    She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it
    I'm cool as ever, she's too excited
    Her man look like, he want to fight
    But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth

    [Notorious B.I.G.:]
    Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga
    When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga
    I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me
    Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me
    All up in my back trying to take my track
    When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that
    Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels
    A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool
    Necks wanna move but's getting blasted
    Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard
    As I release masterpieces like adhesive
    Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast
    MC's have a hard time believing
    I mark with death, hard to kill like Steven
    When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto
    You got a better chance playing lotto
    What you want nigga?

    [Chorus]

    [Busta Rhymes:]
    Ah, Yo
    Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
    Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street
    The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
    Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat
    You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops
    The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross
    Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
    That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours
    Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dieing
    Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine
    Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot
    How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot
    Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors
    All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours
    Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach
    Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach

    [Chorus]

    Uhhh, uhhh
    Fox then B.I.G.
    Who fucking with Fox, who want it with I
    Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky
    Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
    Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
    Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
    From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six
    Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
    How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
    I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
    Cause that niggas lieing home if the tutti with the dead-eye
    My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
    And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched
    Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
    See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
    Ill nuns squeezing the lhama
    Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa

    [Snoop Dogg:]
    Run for your gun you suckers
    B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers
    Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
    I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie
    In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat
    What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?)
    Uh, turning it out, run in your house
    Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth

    [Chorus]

    What you really want from a nigga?..

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