Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Talkin' to You, artist - U-God. Album song Mr. Xcitement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Free Agency
Song language: English
I'm Talkin' to You |
I’m that warlord that’s out for the gold |
Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned |
Shit ain’t sweet, son, my mind stays grown |
The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome |
It hurts when I see you, you’re my first clone |
But, daddy’s home on some violator shit |
We annihilator, out the alligator pits |
Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits |
Niggas get rich, with homes on they head |
Throw me in the streets, that’s where our grown men bred |
On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon |
Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still |
From the Hills, slapped on the scale |
High honor, Shaolin bomber |
With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest |
You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers |
Put this log in your noggin, he’s on a rampage |
Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing |
Like bitches, ain’t no I in team |
That’s why we can’t get the riches, play your position, nigga |
Yeah, I’m talkin' to you… |
Yeah, I’m talkin' to you… |
On my solo destiny, try to shit on me |
When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead |
Greed and lie just to get what you need |
Feed off my rhymes and my recipe |
Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze |
Or a Beck’s to relieve all the stress you need |
Stop testing me, then set me free |
The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep |
Buckshot, nine niggas tried to replace me |
I’m a prime time figure to the next degree |
Now it’s bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep |
Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep |
Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril |
Inside you’re weak, portrayin' that you’re hostile |
Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils |
I bury you, til they, find your fossil |
The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco |
Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo |
You and your brother is a dirty combo |
You bird ass niggas, catch thirty, pronto |
Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me |
But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield |
Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme |
One of your best killers, you know that I feel this |
Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers |
Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers |
Peep that performer on the humble, I’m comin' for you |
Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do? |