Lyrics Running Your Mouth - Snoop Dogg , Busta Rhymes , The Notorious B.I.G. , Foxy Brown , Nate Dogg , Fabolous
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
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
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
F**k
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?
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
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
niggasare
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**k
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
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
Uhhh,
uhhh
Fox
then
B.I.G.
Who
f**king
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,
f**king
'til
I'm
crippled
Ill
nuns
squeezing
the
lhama
Bog
roll
dutty,
Fox
and
Poppa
Run
for
your
gun
you
suckers
B.I.G.
I'm
a
get
them
motherf**kers
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,
motherf**ker
quit
running
your
mouth
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
What
you
really
want
from
a
nigga?...
1 Running Your Mouth
2 Love Is Everlasting (outro)
3 Wake Up
4 Wake Up Now
5 Just a Memory
6 Hold Your Head
7 Hold Ya Head
8 Little Homie (interlude)
9 Mi Casa
10 Mi Casa
11 Mi Casa
12 Ultimate Rush
13 Ultimate Rush
14 Breakin' Old Habits (feat. T.I. and Slim Thug)
15 Breakin' Old Habits
16 Hustler's Story
17 Hustler's Story
18 Hustler's Story
19 Little Homie - Interlude
20 Hustler's Story
21 My Dad (interlude)
22 Beef
23 Beef
24 B.I.G. Live In Jamaica - Intro
25 I'm With Whatever
26 I'm With Whateva
27 I'm With Whateva
28 Living in Pain
29 Nasty Girl
30 1970 Somethin'
31 1970 Somethin'
32 1970 Somethin'
33 Greatest Rapper (interlude)
34 The Greatest Rapper (interlude)
35 Living the Life
36 Living the Life
37 Living The Life
38 Get Your Grind On
39 Get Your Grind On
40 Whatchu Want - The Commission
41 Whatchu Want (The Commission)
42 Whatchu Want
43 Spit Your Game (feat. Twista and Bone Thugs N Harmony)
44 Spit Your Game
45 It Has Been Said
46 B.I.G. Live in Jamaica (intro)
47 My Dad (interlude)
48 Little Homie (interlude)
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