Willie Beaman - 187 lyrics

[Hook 1: Frzy] I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth [Verse 1: Frzy] See what had happened Was I ran up on him nappin' He was slackin' I was rushing so I had to rap it up So I told my number two Exactly what to do Told him get up on that paper And later we'll write it off So I'm sure you know I had to go with the flow Now I'm in his apartment It was a studio And yo his name was Mic Yea I think that's right It wasn't the first I met him So I knew I had to check him Hit after hit Until I opened his eyes He saw me taking a shot He knew he was 'bout to die I listened to 50 Knew he was on the beat So I started to praise Hova Knew one day that we would meet So I staged his d**h That's what happens with a black male I tuned him out 'Cause I knew he would sell Me out We out And now I'm here So putting bars in front of me Is like music to my ears [Hook 2: Frzy] I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' I'm talkin' Why don't ya stop runnin' ya mouth [Verse 2: Frzy] For the second time I had to make 'em bounce Had to pull a couple strings Had to make my words count Had to get on track When I did That was that I k**ed the noise they was speaking Metaphorically speaking The body I left I worked on in the room In others eyes has now become The skeleton in the room I called up my friend Willie I told him I made his beat stop He said I knew that you would k** 'em homie Off top Then I dropped And something took over me I knew after what I did Y'all would be all over me My face would be on tv Shows and radios Magazines for takers Then I'd be on the paper You probably think that I'm a monster A f**ing beast You probably think I need a doctor Maybe a priest Yeah well I'm different But my mind's not gone Cause I been k**ing sh** You just now catching on