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 |