The Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes, Fabolous - Running Your Mouth lyrics

Fabolous [John David Jackson]

[The Notorious B.I.G., Busta Rhymes, Fabolous - Running Your Mouth lyrics]

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

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 Audemar, 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 coup's up, take the new lane for a sec
12" 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

They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's 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
But he ain't doing nothing
But running his mouth

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
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 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?

They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's 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
But he ain't doing nothing
But running his mouth

Ayo, 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 crack music and
The kings of the clubs
Niggas fire then drop shit like
The purest of powder
That's why most of these niggas little
Songs be sounding like our's
Couple years ago
Niggas probably thought I was dying
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 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 do it
While I continue to preach snoop, Fab
Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach
Let's go

They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's 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 then BIG) but he ain't doing nothing
But running his mouth

Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
Bust a shot for me and Big
From the ville from the 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 lying home if
The tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
On Nastrand Ave
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 Na Na, squeezing the llama
Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa

Run for your gun you suckers
BIG 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 noogie
In the 'Lac 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

They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's 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
But he ain't doing nothing
But running his mouth

What you really want from a nigga?

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