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[Hook 1: Frzy] I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth [Verse 1: Frzy] See what had happen Was I ran up on him nappin He was slackin I was rushing so I had to rap it up So I told my number two Exactly what to do Told him Get up on that paper And later will write it off So I'm sure you know I had to go with the flow Now I'm in his apartment It was a studio And yo his name was mic Yea I think that's right It wasn't the first I met him So I knew I had to check him Hit after hit Until I opened his eyes He saw me taking a shot He knew he was bout to die I Listened to 50 Knew he was on the beat So I started to praise Hova Knew one day that we would meet So I staged his death That's what happens with a black male I tuned him out Cause I knew he would sell Me out We out And now I'm here So putting bars in front of me Is like music to my ears [Hook 2: Frzy] I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin I'm talkin Why don't ya stop runnin ya mouth [Verse 2: Frzy] For the second time I had to make em bounce Had to pull a couple strings Had to make my words count Had to get on track When I did That was that I killed the noise they was speaking Metaphorically speaking The body I left I worked on in the room In others eyes has now become the Skelton in the room I called up my friend Willie I told him I made his beat stop He said I knew that you would kill em homie Off top Then I dropped And something took over me I knew after what I did Y'all would be all over me My face would be on tv Shows and radios Magazines for takers Then I'd be on the paper You probably think that I'm a monster A fucking beast You probably think I need a doctor Maybe a priest Yea well I'm different But my minds not gone Cause I been killing shit You just now catching on