| You catch me beatin' up your chops?
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| I ought to turn you over to the cops,
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| But dig this spiel I’m going to lay on you, gate,
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| Don’t cop your broom, park the body and wait.
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| You tell everybody I’m busted,
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| You talk so much you got me disgusted.
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| But you run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother.
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| You start in tellin' me you’re my pal,
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| And end up tellin' me how to handle my gal,
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother.
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| You run your juicy mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| Just run your juicy mouth and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| You always tellin' me what to do,
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| Sayin', «I wouldn’t do that if I was you!»
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother.
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| Just clap your liver lips and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| Clap your liver lips and I’ll run my business, brother,
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| If I’d followed your advice on how to make dough,
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| I’d been in the jailhouse long ago.
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| You run your mouth and I’ll run my business, brother |