Running Your Mouth lyrics

[Intro: 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

[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 n*gga 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 n*gga
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 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
[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G.]
f*ck around and feel the fury of a high n*gga
When I get busy throw your hands in the sky n*gga
I got the illest of the ill mentality, n*ggas 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 n*gga front, throw the gat to the fool
Next who wanna move is getting blasted
Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bast*rd
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 n*gga?

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
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
b*tch 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
n*ggas fire then drop sh*t like the purest of powder
That's why most of these n*ggas little songs be sounding like our's
Couple years ago, n*ggas probably thought I was dying
Now same n*ggas 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 f*ck any of you n*ggas think you filling my spot?
Why you n*ggas getting mad at us? We sh*t on your floors
All in your house n*gga, 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

[Chorus: Nate Dogg & Foxy Brown]
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 B.I.G)
But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
Who f*cking with Fox? Who want it with I?
Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky
Got my joan fross sh*t on, hop off my di*k
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this b*tch
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 n*ggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My n*gga 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, f*cking 'til I'm crippled
Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama
Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Run for your gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get them motherf*ckers
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, motherf*cker, quit running your mouth

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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

[Outro: Nate Dogg]
What you really want from a n*gga?