Street Talk

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Cbg Montana

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(D-Mark got that heat)
It's only so much, a nigga gon' just sit back and listen to
Before he feel like he provoke to say something
I been hearin' all these lame-ass disses
All that lil' lame-ass sneak dissing and, and it's like
Man, y'all niggas is straight fuckin' goofies, y'all still down on the scoreboard
And this ain't even no diss song, nigga I'm finna spit straight facts on these bitch ass niggas
Ayy, long live choppa, long live mal, they know they get back on the way
Hoodrich caught one to the dome, that five-five-six fucked up his face
Tell lil' C we on his ass, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Every dog they got a date, a place, and time, I ain't worryin' bout dying
The night John left they called my phone, they said "He gone', they said "lil' bro just died"
At the spot where he got killed, I seen his blood broke down and cried
Bustin' blocks, chop on the seat, he dissin' john, he finna meet him
Look him in his eye before he die, say, "you just seen the reaper"
They still be goin' to club, like a nigga ain't die, outside of that bitch with his ass out
Fuckin' his, babymama beat the hoe from the back, til', she come, and I make the bitch Pass out
Brought me a brick of that soft a Qp of that hard shit, now we trappin' through the city
I'm never lacking, when I'm up in traffic, everything in this car got a drum or extension
We the reason they be scared to sleep, the reason they be scared to beef
Pull outside your crib, and light it up, you think bout playin' with me
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I go roll up Fatman
Bullets get to spitting out that Draco, chew him up like Pac-man
We still active Spinnin' through the city, Tell them bitches pop out
We found out the nigga that killed John, pulled up and wiped his spot down
Say, I should've been dead, stop dissin', pussy, and come and get me
You ain't gotta find me, I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in your city
And all you f*ck-ass niggas, with that f*ck-ass dissing
Stop dissin', and go slide bout your dead partners, bitch
And this ain't even no diss song, I speak straight facts on you f*ck-ass niggas
What you talkin' bout, bitch, get up with me
You know where I be, f*ck-ass niggas
When the streets talk
It's another nigga dyin', another homicide
Tell them pussy bitches, stop that hiding, and just come back outside
When the streets talk
It's another casket bought, another family cryin'
We don't give a f*ck, about how they feel, just put em' in the ground
When the mother fuckin' streets talk
Bodies stackin' up, back to back
Late night out in traffic, I'm just tryin' to catch a hat
When the motherfuckin' streets talk
I'm just tryin' to catch a hat, I'm just tryin' to catch a hat
This that motherfuckin' street talk
Long live choppa, long live mal, they know they get back on the way
Hoodrich caught one to the dome, that five-five-six fucked up his face
Tell lil' C we on his ass, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Every dog they got a date, a place, and time, I ain't worryin' bout dying

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