Running Your Mouth (feat. Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Fabolous & Busta Rhymes) - 2007 Remaster

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
 Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
 Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
 Where Brooklyn at? (One, two, three, and)
 Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man (nah)
 Can't tell that to a dingy old man (nah)
 Who see a young nigga getting plenty dough, man? (Plenty dough, man)
 Icy Audemar, hendy gold band (whoo!)
 With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan (whoo!)
 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 (c'mon)
 The coup's up, take the new Lame for a sec (whoo!)
 12 inch up, new cane in the deck, nigga
 Right now, with a squeezer in a coozie (uh-huh)
 And I'm goin' out like Keyshia with the UZI, yeah
 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 wants 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 comes 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 wants 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
 Ayo, now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat
 Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street (c'mon)
 The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet
 Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat (c'mon)
 You know who been the kings of the block (yeah), the kings of the drops (fact)
 The kings of the crap music (true) and the kings of the cross (us)
 Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder
 That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours (c'mon)
 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 (c'mon)
 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 wants 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?