Running Your Mouth

Lyrics

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G. live clip] 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 [Verse 1: 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 plenty of dough, man Icy Audemars, Henny gold band With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan Trust, it's gon' bust, you roll on us Know it's gon' blow fo' my dough Why would you try with that guy? Scene told you he'd keep it G We can bang like the two chains on my neck The hood is Iraq, I'm Hussein in the 'jects The coupe's up, take the new lane for a sec 12-inch thump, new Kane in the deck, nigga Right now with a squeezer in a 'cuzzi And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah [Chorus: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sittin', countin' Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth [Verse 2: 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 Next who wanna move is getting blasted Straight sewer flows from the ill ghetto bastard As I release masterpieces like adhesive Stuck to your ass, like tissue when you're wiping fast MC's have a hard time believin' I'm 'Marked For 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: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sittin', countin' Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, now watch me dip-dip didd-ive all over the beat Now watch me drip-drip dridd-ry all over the street The general consensus is we be the dominating fleet Bitch raw (Ha!), and let me continue to bring the heat (C'mon) You know who been the kings of the block (Yeah...), the kings of the drugs (Fab) The kings of the crack music (Snoop), and the kings of the clubs (Bus') Leak fire – fiends rush it, like the purest of powder That's why most of these niggas little songs be sounding like ours Couple years ago, niggas probably thought we was dying Those same niggas'll idolize us, 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 filling 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 get it, while I continue to preach Snoop, Fab, Big, and Bust are the standard you can't reach Let's go! [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sittin', countin' Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited (Uh, uh) Her man look like he wanna fight (Fox and B.I.G) He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I? Bust a shot for me and Big, from the 'ville to the sky Got my Joe Fross shit on, hop off my dick Canary bangle 'round the ankle, 20 carats in this bitch Now pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch From the belly lions fur, killin' with the sick Bedstuy, what up, y'all? What up with your girl? How'd she leave duke broke? Tell them boys on her I'm in the G5 jet-eye; Brooklyn, bust your chrome 'Cause that nigga cryin' for him, lookin' 2-D with the dead-eye My main connect got hit up in his truck On Nostrand Ave, ain't the same since Hommo got touched Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit too See, I'm a beast with it, fuck 'em 'til I'm crippled Ill Na Na's squeezing the llama Bad gyal dutti, Foxy and Poppa [Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G. live sample] Run for your gun, you suckers B.I.G., I'ma get them motherfuckers Don't you worry about a thing – bang-bang-boogie I got a few chickens that's gon' work that nookie In the 'Lac with a sack, go on and put it on the map What it do, nephew? ("Where Brooklyn at?!") Uhn, turning it out, run in your house, gun in your mouth Motherfucker, quit running your mouth [Chorus: Nate Dogg] They talk about it, we all about it They making plans, we sittin', countin' Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain You heard about it, she running her mouth She wants to ride it, she's trying to hide it I'm cool as hell, but she's too excited Her man look like he wanna fight He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth [Outro: Nate Dogg] What you really want from a nigga?