Listen to Running Your Mouth (Featuring Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Fabolous & Busta Rhymes) by The Notorious B.I.G.

Running Your Mouth (Featuring Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg, Fabolous & Busta Rhymes)

The Notorious B.I.G.

Hip-Hop/Rap

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

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

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

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Busta Rhymes

Vocals

Fabolous

Vocals

Nate Dogg

Vocals

Snoop Dogg

Vocals

The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Vocals

Foxy Brown

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Songwriter

Billy Preston

Songwriter

Calvin Broadus

Songwriter

Ephrem Lopez

Songwriter

George Johnson

Songwriter

Jean Louhisdon

Songwriter

John Jackson

Songwriter

Nate Hills

Songwriter

Sean Combs

Songwriter

Stevie J.

Songwriter

Trevor G Smith Jr

Trevor G Smith Jr

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Notorious B.I.G.

The Notorious B.I.G.

Executive Producer

Sean Combs

Executive Producer

Conrad Dimanche

Conrad Dimanche

Associate Producer

Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre

Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre

Executive Producer

Faith Evans

Executive Producer

Mark Pitts

Executive Producer

Voletta Wallace

Voletta Wallace

Executive Producer

Wayne Barrow

Executive Producer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Dave Aron

Mixing Engineer

Soopafly

Producer

Shon Don

Recording Engineer

DJ Mister Cee

Associate Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

One, two, three, 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 **** getting plenty dough man

Icy Audemare, Hen'd gold band

With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan

That's why I keep the nine 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

See, told you he keep it G

We can bang like the two chains on my neck

The hood is Iraq and I'm Hussein in the 'jects

The coupe's up take the new lane for a sec

Twelve inched up, new cane in the deck, ****

Right now with a skeezer and a koozie

And I'm going out like Keisha with the uzi

[Verse 2]

They talk about it, we all about it

They making plans, we sit count

Our cheddar stack, it's just like a mountain

You heard about, she runnin her mouth

She wants to ride, and she's tryin to hide it

I'm cool as ever, she's too excited

Her man look like he wanna fight

He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth

[Verse 3]

Fuck around and feel the fury of a high ****

When I get busy throw your hands in the sky, ****

I got the illest of the ill mentality

**** 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 **** front, throw the gat to the fool

Next one to move butts getting blasted

Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastards

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, ****?

[Verse 4]

They talk about it, we all about it

They making plans, we sit count

Our cheddar stack, it's just like a mountain

You heard about, she runnin her mouth

She wants to ride, and she's tryin to hide it

I'm cool as ever, she's too excited

Her man look like he wanna fight

He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth

[Verse 5]

Now watch me dip, dip, d-dive all over the beat

Now watch me drip, drip, dr-drop all over the street

The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet

Bitch raw

And let me continue to bring the heat

[Verse 6]

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?

**** fire then drop shit like the purest of powder

That's why most of these **** little song be sounding like ours

Couple years ago, **** probably thought I was dying

Now same **** 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 **** think you filling my spot

Why you **** getting mad at us

We shit on your floors

All in your house ****

Our strategies is different from yours

Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach

Snoop, Fab, BIG and Bust on the stand if you can't reach

[Verse 7]

Run for your gun you suckas

B I G, I'm gonna get those motherfuckers

Don't you worry about a thing

Bang, bang, boogie

I got a few chickens that's gonna work that noogie

In the 'llac with a sack go an put it on a mac

What it do, Nephew?

Uh, turning it out, run in your house

Gun in your mouth

Motherfucker, quit running your mouth

[Verse 8]

They talk about it, we all about it

They making plans, we sit count

Our cheddar stack, it's just like a mountain

You heard about, she runnin her mouth

She wants to ride, and she's tryin to hide it

I'm cool as ever, she's too excited

Her man look like he wanna fight

He ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth

Written by: Billy Preston, Calvin Broadus, Cordazar Broadus, Ephrem Lopez, Floyd Hills, George Johnson, Jean Louhisdon, John Jackson, Nate Hills, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan, Stevie J., The Notorious B.I.G., Trevor G Smith Jr

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