[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth
For you 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 you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you 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 your ass, before I turn to Cypress Hill
"Insane in the Brain", so deadbeats I kill at will
I told you mothafuckers that the streets ain't nothin' but a death trap
Now they wanna lock a young nigga on Poplar and Dunlap
But motherfuck that
Got my gat, ready to spray, bitch my name ain't O.J
Trail me to my house and I'ma blow your ass away
Tryna treat a nigga like a hunted animal
So anything goes, now watch a nigga get scandalous, ho
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 "Killer"
Releasin' four hundred 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 you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you 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 busters 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 ho, Mack don't even chief his dope
With niggas like your 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
Crack a jack, watch your back, trick, we see you doin' wrong
Hangin' with us players, silly buster, you'll get your 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 you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For—For you niggas with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
