[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

[Verse 1: Frzy]

See what had happened

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 we'll 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 skeleton 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

Yeah well I'm different

But my mind's not gone

Cause I been killing shit

You just now catching on