[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Koopsta Knicca]
Run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth, run yo' mouth
For you n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a like a hunted animal
So anything goes, now watch a n***a 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 n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as is flaugin' and fakin', they traitin'
I told don't be havin' no feelings, just anotha leaf the Mack is rakin'
North Memphis n***as, South Memphis n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle
Run yo' mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
For—For you n***as with some anna, I got a nine that you can handle