Goin' upFreddie's got the dirt
On everybody on the street
Don't know how he does it
But he isn't too discreetEverybody says
It always winds up being true
He's got somethin' on everyone
Maybe even youFreddie knows, oh yeah
Freddie goes, "Oh yeah
I got the 411 in my head"
That's what Freddie saidOne night Freddie's goin' home
He's had a long, long day
When he see big Eddie
Runnin' out the alleywayFreddie looks at the shadow
Of a body with a shrug
There's Slapsie layin' deader
Then an ugly fire plugOh, Freddie knows, oh yeah
Freddie goes, "Oh yeah
I'll get the 411 to the feds"
That's what Freddie saidPersonally, I don't think that was
Such a wise move on Freddie's part
If you see what I'm sayin'Freddie now has got the biggest news he's ever had
But Eddie knows that Freddie knows
And man, you know, that's bad'Cause next night Freddie's walking home
Just like he did before
Badda-boom, badda-bang, badda-bing
He won't be blabbin' anymoreSee, Eddie said, "Oh yeah
Freddie's dead, oh yeah
No more the 411 in his head
That's 'cause Freddie's dead"Now you know the skinny
All about the scuttlebutt
And the moral of this story is
To keep your big mouth shutFreddie said, "Oh yeah"
Now Freddie's dead, oh yeah
I'll keep the 411 in my head"
That's what Freddie should'a said