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Notorious B.i.g. - Running Your Mouth lyrics
[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?
 Notorious B.i.g. - Running Your Mouth - http://motolyrics.com/notorious-big/running-your-mouth-lyrics.html
 [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?...









