Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin' that Shit, artist - Jeff Williams.
Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
Talkin' that Shit |
Yo, you can catch me rolling with the best |
And shooting at the rest |
Everyday, common men, never change, OQuest |
But, professor sit calm for the lecture |
Cause I’m about to dig deep in your brains like Lector |
Food for thought to the masters in the crowd |
Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud |
And if its hard to digest, then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these |
words I manifest |
No doubt I got my hustle game strong |
And my knuckle game too |
Homie want to prove me wrong? |
A ferocious competitor |
Rap season veteran |
Bringin' mad color to the track like melanin |
Givin' the shoutout to the clowns that I’m better than |
Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in |
But if you still want arms drawn |
Here’s my address, I’m at 78 Chestnut West |
Motherfucker |
Everytime you see me I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit, |
talking that shit |
Each and every day I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit, |
talking that shit |
Round two |
You know I come stormin out my corner |
My opponent don’t want it cause he’s sweatin like he in a sauna |
Look at his trainer and his cut man’s screaming |
Throw the towel in man cause he’s given me a beating and that’s real |
Give less than a fuck how you feel |
They say they’re busting spades |
But you all know the deal |
I’m holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed |
And it’s over, time to deliever your last meal |
I’m arrogant and cocky |
Brash full of moxie |
You’ll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me |
You better run, take notes and try to copy |
My style but it’s impossible to mock me |
So think again homie |
You can’t win homie |
Nobody’s fucking with society’s in homie |
My trademark SE to the grave come see me motherfucker if you really feeling |
brave bitch |
You’re dealin with Dorchester door |
Rocksberry rebel |
Nada pier menace |
Most of Boston isn’t ghetto |
On a whole 'nother level |
People keep their heavy metal |
Be it mics or machine guns we gotta score to settle |
Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks |
So loud it can make the whole city jump |
But the streets stay bloody, and dog that’s my word |
People been out here so long they become part of the curb |
But that’s the foundation of this dude that you’re hearing |
Striking fear in the hearts of faith, when I’m out fearing |
The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart |
Cause they recognize that I’ve been the same from the start |
I never gave a fuck |
Don’t give a fuck |
Won’t give a fuck |
Don’t like it though luck |
I’m the dude you love to hate |
And always will be |
'Til they kill me |
Imma still be talking that shit |
Motherfucker |