Talk Bout Me (feat. Young Buck, Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) (Explicit) - DJ Drama/Young Buck/Lloyd Banks/Tony Yayo
Yeah yeah yeah
You know what it is you know what it is
Aiyo Aiyo
It's a hater in this muh'f**ker
Tonight
Point his a** out
G unit South G unit South
A dirty
With a whole lot of ice on yeah
We serve niggaz mommas
Just to keep our lights on
F**k credit
I ain't f**kin' with y'all
When I was locked up locked up
Wouldn't answer my calls
I pick my glock up
Broke down a d*mn eight ball
And hit the block up
Yeah
We sell grams sell grams and all
But here the haters come
I done went and bought me a Chevy
I got drive out tags on twenty fo's already
Let me circle back around
Let my window down
Ay where that where that ni**a now
I don't even hear sound
You know they hate you when ya rich
And love when you're broke
Fleas turn into ticks and the b**ches get ya smoked
I'ma gangsta grill on 'em
Pop a pill on 'em
I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
So go on say my name sh*t
I don't blame ya
Just know that that b**ch that you whip ain't no angel
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
I just f**k hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war
That's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
The hood's not feelin' you
I'm in a hundred thousand dollar vehicle
Schemin' through makin' 'em stare
That's what the earrings do
I'm never compared to you
I'm willin' and prepared to do
Anythin' I gotta do
Man I'll sh*t on a lot of you
Park in front the W and let the doors lift
I could smell a hater
D*mn near get what the dog will sniff
I been here before b**ch
Fitted low
Long fifth
Nothin' but chronic and chrome
That full grown piff
Niggaz know Banks is real
Candy paint deville
Iced out gangsta grill
Hit the gas
Shank the wheel
If you pay attention
I could show you how to make a mil'
With the pen
With a pill
I'm walkin' 'round with the steel
Chill
Before you get your a** tossed up
Beat up and choked 'til information is coughed up
I'm ridin' with the four tucked bullet proof war truck
G unit niggaz don't give a f**k
Ask buck
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
I just f**k hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war
That's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
D*mn it
Feels good to see people up on it yeah
Used to be broke now I floss and I flaunt it
Don't ever buy your album
Word to mother
Not even a bootleg with the blurry cover
Burn rubber in the Benz we glarin'
Chain glarin'
Things starin'
I'm hot so stop comparin'
Yo it's T O N Y
Cook like a chemist
The six be the color of spinach
On a boardwalk to Venice
Stash box holdin' the tec
So I could cook a ni**a brain like Hannibal Lec'
I got the money
The power and a big set of balls
Niggaz slow your roll
I'll put your face on the wall
I get birds for dirt cheap
I get that dough
And put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe
I'm out in A T L
Smokin' granddaddy
On the rubberband tires
On the brand new caddy
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
I just f**k niggaz hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war
That's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it
What would you haters do without me
Yeah yeah yeah
Gangsta Grizzills Grizzills Grizzills
You know what it is you know what it is
Aiyo aiyo
Holla when you see some real see some real
Yeah yeah
DJ drama DJ drama
Cannon cannon
Trendsetters trendsetters
Do ya thang mayne
G unit