Yap-Yap

Stop fucking running your fuckin' mouth, ya bitches!

What up, Sleep?

My dude

What up, Rock?

Niggas in the hood, man

Yo, they yap about me

They talk about me

They rap about me

They ask about me

All my niggas in the east, they yap about me

All my niggas in the west, they talk about me

Even the midwest niggas, they rap about me

All my niggas in the south, they ask about me

Ayo, let me school you to a few niggas be yapping

Talk a good war but I don't be seeing no action

Like they guns go off but I don't be hearing the clapping

My guns like '84, got niggas doing the back spins

The ice on my neck feel like I'm skiing in Aspens

When it come to fucking, ain't no question, no asking

I light up my dro, when I smoke I don't pass shit

Reach for my dutch and I clip 'em to ashes

You the type to get signed and be spending your advances

I make my dough from hustling, I be splurging my stashes

Ya niggas caught up in the riches and fashion

Tricking on shorties with tits and fat asses

Ask about me, they talk about me

That Bed-Stuy, BK, Mafia G

Radios, interviews and even the magazines

They all calling me, all calling Free, they yap about me

They yap about me (Oh, oh they do?)

They talk about me (Oh, oh they say?)

They rap about me (What? All they do?)

They ask about me

To my niggas up north, they yap about me

Even them niggas in the feds, they talk about me

All them hoes in the club, they rap about me

Even them niggas in the hood, they ask about me

When I step up in the club them hoes surround me

Got killers, got dealers, they all around me

Got razors, got knives, got guns, we mad deep

Got feds, got D's, they all follow me

On the road, on the street, across the country

Because I move coke and weed and mad D

Get away from the law, I got bread, I'm scot-free

But they still yap that yap about me

I'm as real as it get, when it's beef I don't preach

No Run, no Puff, no Betha, I'm just me, homes

That's what it is and that's what it's gon' be

And if it's personal we take it to the streets

What I'm driving, who I'm fucking, don't worry about me

Everything is all good, it's love but no peace

From the borough that's thorough, that's NYC

So fuck all you niggas that yap about we

They yap about me

They ask about me

They acting like me

They talk about me

To all my thugs in YO, they yap about me

Even my niggas in BK, they ask about me

To all my niggas in the Bronx, they talk about me

To all my niggas uptown, they rap about me

Come party with thugs

We only dance if we smoked up and drunk

And only if she got a fatty face and a chest

Baby girl, she like rap niggas the best

That Mafia mob shit 'cause we have a good time every day

Even though we might have to murder things

Super dope rap, nigga, this is super exclusive

I like nothing but good weed and new shit

You see about us, we make the news, kid

You know about JM and The Infamous

Boys out in Queens

Brooklyn, I'm testing my guns with Illa Ghee

Now call Lil' Cease, he's on the club speed

We superstars, you want that VIP life, dog, you ask about me

Bay girl wanna be a star

She heard my duns know how to hit it long, she ask about P

They talk about me

They ask about P

What's up with Mobb Deep?

They know about me

To all my niggas up in Queens, they ask about me

All my shorties in the B, they talk about me

Even the niggas in the streets, they yap about me

And all them niggas holding heat, they yap about me

That's all they do, man

All they do is fucking yap

Nigga media, what up?

Come out, police

Mobb Deep, Prodigy

They got our ass packed

Them motherfuckers be all up in fucking Jackson

Stop fucking running your fucking mouth