| Yo, you can catch me rolling with the best
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| And shooting at the rest
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| Everyday, common men, never change, OQuest
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| But, professor sit calm for the lecture
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| Cause I’m about to dig deep in your brains like Lector
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| Food for thought to the masters in the crowd
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| Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud
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| And if its hard to digest, then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these
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| words I manifest
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| No doubt I got my hustle game strong
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| And my knuckle game too
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| Homie want to prove me wrong?
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| A ferocious competitor
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| Rap season veteran
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| Bringin' mad color to the track like melanin
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| Givin' the shoutout to the clowns that I’m better than
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| Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in
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| But if you still want arms drawn
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| Here’s my address, I’m at 78 Chestnut West
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| Motherfucker
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| Everytime you see me I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit,
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| talking that shit
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| Each and every day I’ll be talking that shit, talking that shit,
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| talking that shit
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| Round two
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| You know I come stormin out my corner
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| My opponent don’t want it cause he’s sweatin like he in a sauna
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| Look at his trainer and his cut man’s screaming
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| Throw the towel in man cause he’s given me a beating and that’s real
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| Give less than a fuck how you feel
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| They say they’re busting spades
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| But you all know the deal
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| I’m holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed
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| And it’s over, time to deliever your last meal
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| I’m arrogant and cocky
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| Brash full of moxie
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| You’ll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me
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| You better run, take notes and try to copy
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| My style but it’s impossible to mock me
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| So think again homie
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| You can’t win homie
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| Nobody’s fucking with society’s in homie
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| My trademark SE to the grave come see me motherfucker if you really feeling
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| brave bitch
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| You’re dealin with Dorchester door
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| Rocksberry rebel
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| Nada pier menace
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| Most of Boston isn’t ghetto
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| On a whole 'nother level
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| People keep their heavy metal
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| Be it mics or machine guns we gotta score to settle
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| Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks
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| So loud it can make the whole city jump
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| But the streets stay bloody, and dog that’s my word
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| People been out here so long they become part of the curb
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| But that’s the foundation of this dude that you’re hearing
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| Striking fear in the hearts of faith, when I’m out fearing
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| The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart
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| Cause they recognize that I’ve been the same from the start
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| I never gave a fuck
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| Don’t give a fuck
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| Won’t give a fuck
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| Don’t like it though luck
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| I’m the dude you love to hate
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| And always will be
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| 'Til they kill me
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| Imma still be talking that shit
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| Motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talkin' that Shit (from Rt Shorts) (feat. Lamar Hall) , by - Jeff Williams. Song from the album Red vs. Blue Season 9 Soundtrack, in the genre Саундтреки