DaSun
12-24-2007, 07:27 PM
Artist: Nas
Album: The Lost Tapes
Song: Your Mouth Got You In It
Typed by: DaSun AKbar
(Chorus)
Your mouth got you in it; your ass can't get you out
Next time hold your tongue; you wouldn't have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with no one
When the live niggas after you, where you gon' run?
Your mouth got you in it; your ass can't get you out
Next time hold your tongue; you wouldn't have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want it with no one
Livest niggas are after you and here they come
[Nas]
This nigga thinking everybody puss', 'til he got his shit pushed
Lots of shit popping, got 'em swiss cheese d
Fell on his knees, and wished he never released
Words out of his mouth, about the next man's cheese
Tell me that he was heavenly involved to rob
Any nigga, who's scared to murder
Who had cash, didn't deserve the convertable cars
Sipping burban bars
He feel they ain't real, they should get stuck
Them and their people, you must be sniffing that diesel
'Cause if that nigga knew you was scheming
He would just leave you in pieces
Plus he's a friend of ours
We got our Benzes with power
Motor cars, hung in the wire, left some of Puff's party
Plus why should we even discuss, you're been all fiending to rush
Them niggas, 'cause they living plus
You don't get enough of the tough talk
Tongue everlasting, you really neva met some real assasins yet
That ass got wet, he use to laugh and threat
'Til they cashed in on his bet, that they wouldn't budge
Talking like you a killa, but he paid in blood
Had it coming, for lip running, six slum 'em, what?
(Chorus)
[Nas]
These niggas live death before designer, like I do
We some the same weed, same cars, we drive new
Two of these dudes got into some murder shit
Just last year, I stopped fucking with 'em
Thinking they could lose my career
We still in touch though, its just though, I make hits from songs
The stench of death on their dirty money just smelled wrong
But I dont' knock it, 'cause we come from the same up-brining
I came up slining, same way they came up slining
One thing I learned though, still judge niggas biased
Says lot about men who pretend but can't be quiet
The school from which I learned it's the street of old
Fuck fools, they talk to worms in a six feet hole
Be telling niggas, what I'm eating, what I'm holding, it's sickening
Don't be concerned of what I'm eating, 'cause what I eat you ain't shitting
These niggas that start beef, they talk like bitches
And I'm the type that give you white sheets in chalk like bitches
Yo, black stocking cap on my face pulled down
From behind, all you hear is a gun cock back sound
And now, I put it in your mouth, "fuck were you saying?"
Suck on this you trick, try to duck and I'm spraying
(Chorus)
[Nas]
You make promises that you can't keep
Full of deceit, pulling your car
How you 'pose to be large, 'pose to be hard
Stress wrinkle his face, swolled pride, drink the case
You talked to get money shit, more than you wanna run with it
Talked about shit that your man got, you ain't get none of it
You don't shit what he eat, his chip's what he keep
Your whispers got a bit too loud; see you don't know how to creep
A less from the real; you ain't busting your steel
Nobody could find you to come blaze, you got a '92
Always said niggas be dead for even trying you
Now it's on, can't remember who you lend your iron too
I should change aim and fire on you, coward
Your mouth will get us all done off
If we ain't have power, we would have to run off
'Cause of the things you got us in, rumors you plotted them
Like the bitch you're truly within
You don't get no wings when you sin
What's the meaning of friends?
I'm on the low like a smart black man with ends
How I'm gon' blow with you and expect to win?
How I'm gon' blow with you and expect to win?
(Chorus)
Album: The Lost Tapes
Song: Your Mouth Got You In It
Typed by: DaSun AKbar
(Chorus)
Your mouth got you in it; your ass can't get you out
Next time hold your tongue; you wouldn't have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with no one
When the live niggas after you, where you gon' run?
Your mouth got you in it; your ass can't get you out
Next time hold your tongue; you wouldn't have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want it with no one
Livest niggas are after you and here they come
[Nas]
This nigga thinking everybody puss', 'til he got his shit pushed
Lots of shit popping, got 'em swiss cheese d
Fell on his knees, and wished he never released
Words out of his mouth, about the next man's cheese
Tell me that he was heavenly involved to rob
Any nigga, who's scared to murder
Who had cash, didn't deserve the convertable cars
Sipping burban bars
He feel they ain't real, they should get stuck
Them and their people, you must be sniffing that diesel
'Cause if that nigga knew you was scheming
He would just leave you in pieces
Plus he's a friend of ours
We got our Benzes with power
Motor cars, hung in the wire, left some of Puff's party
Plus why should we even discuss, you're been all fiending to rush
Them niggas, 'cause they living plus
You don't get enough of the tough talk
Tongue everlasting, you really neva met some real assasins yet
That ass got wet, he use to laugh and threat
'Til they cashed in on his bet, that they wouldn't budge
Talking like you a killa, but he paid in blood
Had it coming, for lip running, six slum 'em, what?
(Chorus)
[Nas]
These niggas live death before designer, like I do
We some the same weed, same cars, we drive new
Two of these dudes got into some murder shit
Just last year, I stopped fucking with 'em
Thinking they could lose my career
We still in touch though, its just though, I make hits from songs
The stench of death on their dirty money just smelled wrong
But I dont' knock it, 'cause we come from the same up-brining
I came up slining, same way they came up slining
One thing I learned though, still judge niggas biased
Says lot about men who pretend but can't be quiet
The school from which I learned it's the street of old
Fuck fools, they talk to worms in a six feet hole
Be telling niggas, what I'm eating, what I'm holding, it's sickening
Don't be concerned of what I'm eating, 'cause what I eat you ain't shitting
These niggas that start beef, they talk like bitches
And I'm the type that give you white sheets in chalk like bitches
Yo, black stocking cap on my face pulled down
From behind, all you hear is a gun cock back sound
And now, I put it in your mouth, "fuck were you saying?"
Suck on this you trick, try to duck and I'm spraying
(Chorus)
[Nas]
You make promises that you can't keep
Full of deceit, pulling your car
How you 'pose to be large, 'pose to be hard
Stress wrinkle his face, swolled pride, drink the case
You talked to get money shit, more than you wanna run with it
Talked about shit that your man got, you ain't get none of it
You don't shit what he eat, his chip's what he keep
Your whispers got a bit too loud; see you don't know how to creep
A less from the real; you ain't busting your steel
Nobody could find you to come blaze, you got a '92
Always said niggas be dead for even trying you
Now it's on, can't remember who you lend your iron too
I should change aim and fire on you, coward
Your mouth will get us all done off
If we ain't have power, we would have to run off
'Cause of the things you got us in, rumors you plotted them
Like the bitch you're truly within
You don't get no wings when you sin
What's the meaning of friends?
I'm on the low like a smart black man with ends
How I'm gon' blow with you and expect to win?
How I'm gon' blow with you and expect to win?
(Chorus)