Run Yo Mouth lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
For ya n*ggas, for ya n*ggas, for ya n*ggas with some anna
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Verse 1: Al Kapone]
Loced out, smoked out, like the Triple Six clique
My mind has turned lunatic, ain't barin' none of this bullsh*t
So drop it off ya ass, before I turn to Cypress Hill
"Insane in the Brain", so deadbeats I kill at will
I told you mothaf*ckaz that the streets ain't nothin' but a death trap
Now they wanna lock a young n*gga on Poplar and Dunlap, but mothaf*ck that
Got my gat, ready to spray, b*tch my name ain't O.J
Trail me to my house and I'mma blow ya ass away!
Tryna treat a n*gga like a hunted animal
So anything goes, now watch a n*gga get scandalous hoe
Shoot you right between yo' eyes, execution style
Then take yo blood, write my name on the wall, murderous Scarface Al
Kapone, spell it with a "K", for "killa"
Releasin' 400 years of oppression every time I squeeze the f*ckin' trigger
It's do or die, and I'm ready to go to war
Just like Tony Montana, b*tch, so what the f*ck you waitin' for?
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]
Now it's the Mack up on this sh*t, I'm talkin' about you bustaz runnin' lip
You poppin' game of lemon-lame, watermelons make me click
You actin' like you down but when I come around yo' ass ain't down
Run yo mouth just like a hoe, Mack don't even chief his dope
With n*ggas like yo sissy-kind, b*tch you ain't my f*ckin' friend
Nine bustas out of ten are dead, can't you comprehend?
Hoppin' in the Jetta with them gold McLeans, with my thang
On the seat, J-ass fools are starin' but they can't compete
These n*ggas is flaugin' and fakin', they traitin'
I told don't be havin' no feelings, just anotha leaf the Mack is rakin'
North Memphis n*ggas, South Memphis n*ggas stay about our Honeycomb
Cracka jack, watch yo back, trick we see you doin' wrong
Hanging with us playaz, silly busta you'll get yo cranium cracked
M.C. Mack is a pimpin' mack! Put that yalk thang to his back
Brothers like the Macksta n*gga always in the midst of a scandal
Lay it down turn around, trick Mack got some you can handle
[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t, M-11, 211
For-for ya n*ggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle