Running Your Mouth

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

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 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 inch up, new cane in the deck nigga

Right now with a squeezer in a coozie

And I'm goin' out like Keyshia with the UZI

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

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

Next who wanna move is 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'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 nigga?

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

Aye, 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 dying

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, Fab, Big and Bust of the stand if you can't reach

Let's go

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 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, motherfucker quit running your mouth

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

What you really want from a nigga?