Lyrics:
Cuz im stackin up my dough
Me and my team we trynna make racks
We a bunch of wolfs we riding in packs
Man rap still talkin' bout crack
But when I spit
to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends
I'm talkin' to (but you got me now)
When I'm not thinkin' of just how much
I love you ('bout I love
and showin
Go psycho breakin backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
Woo
Come on
Woo
Uh, uh, woo
Uh woo
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I
Is that right?
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, it upsets me to hear a World Class Wreckin' Crew
"Homosexual" disrespect some real soldiers
[Too Black
bitch around me
You can guarantee I'm tossin' her up Flamingo Barnes
I'm the boss in the cut you ain't talkin' bout bucks
Then you lost what
run
I've heard, just about all that I can hear
We talk and talk but this talkin' is goin' nowhere
I've been to the summits and conferences
gotta do?
Look at you right now nigga?
You hear me nigga?
Do you know who talkin' to you right now nigga?
Do you know who talkin' to you right now nigga?
a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?
You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic
And I ain't talkin bout vacation if I say that I'm packin
Hear that hunger in my voice and all the pain in my eyes
If this the only chance I get to you
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
You never seen a mothetfucker like me
Too high to sight see
Hear em talk spicy but ya threats dont mesh with ya contacts
I'm from a culture of combat
(Nothin!)
I can turn nothin' to somethin'
I'm talkin' a six to a hunnid
I want the 'Rari not the Honda
Why you think they call me Osama? (Osama)
Pussy nigga
check these nigga's
Fuck that, fuck that
What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda
check these nigga's
Fuck that, fuck that
What you said? Speak up, I can't hear ya
Oh, thought you was talkin' to us, um pardon me, my bad
I shoulda
to the game
Self made Millionaire, I hear you talkin'
I don't really care
Got perfect memory, trust me
I know who's really there
Run it up, take it all
the pub, ya not see it
Still they sendin' me these bottles of bub, ya not see it
But I will open the minds of thugs, ya not see it
Who you think really
Woo
Come on
Woo
Uh, uh, woo
Uh woo
Come on
Wooh
Uh, uh uh
Man, I hear you niggas talkin
But you walkin the wrong way to really mean it
I
avoiding me
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
Y'all ain't got loyalty
Loyalty
I heard you been talkin' that shit
Now look
No
Speakin' of Compton, it's makin' me sick [why?]
Everybody'z talkin' that crazy shit
Sayin' they were raised in the CPT [aha]
Just as I was, they try to be
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
Pistol on me baby but I ain't no savage
All in for em cause they my family
Real recognize real and baby you ain't standing
I hear you talkin shit lil
(intro)
This is for that niggas that be all that mopin
All that yappin all that talkin (talkin)
This niggas will be all barkin no body hurd me stunt
Discuss these hear me talkin to ya by nikki yanofsky Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In