Run Yo Mouth

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
For ya niggas, for ya niggas, for ya niggas with some anna
Run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth, run yo mouth
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Verse 1: Al Kapone]
Loced out, smoked out, like the Triple Six clique
My mind has turned lunatic, ain't barin' none of this bullshit
So drop it off ya ass, before I turn to Cypress Hill
"Insane in the Brain", so deadbeats I kill at will
I told you mothafuckaz that the streets ain't nothin' but a death trap
Now they wanna lock a young nigga on Poplar and Dunlap, but mothafuck that
Got my gat, ready to spray, bitch my name ain't O.J
Trail me to my house and I'mma blow ya ass away!
Tryna treat a nigga like a hunted animal
So anything goes, now watch a nigga get scandalous hoe
Shoot you right between yo' eyes, execution style
Then take yo blood, write my name on the wall, murderous Scarface Al
Kapone, spell it with a "K", for "killa"
Releasin' 400 years of oppression every time I squeeze the fuckin' trigger
It's do or die, and I'm ready to go to war
Just like Tony Montana, bitch, so what the fuck you waitin' for?

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle

[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]
Now it's the Mack up on this shit, I'm talkin' about you bustaz runnin' lip
You poppin' game of lemon-lame, watermelons make me click
You actin' like you down but when I come around yo' ass ain't down
Run yo mouth just like a hoe, Mack don't even chief his dope
With niggas like yo sissy-kind, bitch you ain't my fuckin' friend
Nine bustas out of ten are dead, can't you comprehend?
Hoppin' in the Jetta with them gold McLeans, with my thang
On the seat, J-ass fools are starin' but they can't compete
These niggas is flaugin' and fakin', they traitin'
I told don't be havin' no feelings, just anotha leaf the Mack is rakin'
North Memphis niggas, South Memphis niggas stay about our Honeycomb
Cracka jack, watch yo back, trick we see you doin' wrong
Hanging with us playaz, silly busta you'll get yo cranium cracked
M.C. Mack is a pimpin' mack! Put that yalk thang to his back
Brothers like the Macksta nigga always in the midst of a scandal
Lay it down turn around, trick Mack got some you can handle

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For-for ya niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle