The 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 n***a 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 Bentley 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 you 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 n***a Right now with a squeezer in a coozie And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the uzzi [Hook] 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.] f** around and feel the fury of a high n***a When I get busy throw your hands in the sky n***a I got the illest of the ill mentality, n***as 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 j**els A n***a front, throw the gat to the fool Next who wanna move is getting blasted Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto ba*tard As I release masterpieces like adhesive Stuck to your a**, like tissue when your wiping fast MC's have a hard time believing I +Marked For d**h+, +Hard to k**+ like Steven When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto You got a better chance playing lotto What you want n***a? [Hook] [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 b**h 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 n***as fire then drop sh** like the purest of powder That's why most of these n***as little song be sounding like ours Couple years ago, n***as probably thought I was dieing Now same n***as 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** any of you n***as think you feeling my spot Why you n***as getting mad at us, we sh** on your floors All in your house n***a, 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 [Hook] Uhhh, uhhh Fox then B.I.G Who f**ing with Fox, who want it with I Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky Got my joan fross sh** on, hop off my dick Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this b**h Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch From the Bentley blinds spur k** '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***as lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye My n***a Neck got hit up in his truck On Nastrand Ave, ain't the same since h*mo got touched Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit See I'm a beast with it, f**ing 'til I'm crippled Ill Na Na - squeezing the lhama Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa [Snoop Dogg] Run for your gun you s**ers B.I.G. I'm a get them motherf**ers 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**er quit running your mouth [Hook] What you really want from a n***a?...