Freddie's got the dirt On everybody on the street Don't know how he does it But he isn't too discreet
Everybody says It always winds up being true He's got somethin' on everyone Maybe even you
Freddie knows, oh yeah Freddie goes, "Oh yeah I got the 411 in my head" That's what Freddie said
One night Freddie's goin' home He's had a long, long day When he see big Eddie Runnin' out the alleyway
Freddie looks at the shadow Of a body with a shrug There's Slapsie layin' deader Then an ugly fire plug
Oh, Freddie knows, oh yeah Freddie goes, "Oh yeah I'll get the 411 to the feds" That's what Freddie said
Personally, 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' anymore
See, 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 shut
Freddie said, "Oh yeah" Now Freddie's dead, oh yeah I'll keep the 411 in my head" That's what Freddie should'a said