Street Talk

(D-Mark got that heat) It's only so much, a nigga gon' just sit back and listen to Before he feel like he provoke to say something I been hearin' all these lame-ass disses All that lil' lame-ass sneak dissing and, and it's like Man, y'all niggas is straight fuckin' goofies, y'all still down on the scoreboard And this ain't even no diss song, nigga I'm finna spit straight facts on these bitch ass niggas Ayy, long live choppa, long live mal, they know they get back on the way Hoodrich caught one to the dome, that five-five-six fucked up his face Tell lil' C we on his ass, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Every dog they got a date, a place, and time, I ain't worryin' bout dying The night John left they called my phone, they said "He gone', they said "lil' bro just died" At the spot where he got killed, I seen his blood broke down and cried Bustin' blocks, chop on the seat, he dissin' john, he finna meet him Look him in his eye before he die, say, "you just seen the reaper" They still be goin' to club, like a nigga ain't die, outside of that bitch with his ass out Fuckin' his, babymama beat the hoe from the back, til', she come, and I make the bitch Pass out Brought me a brick of that soft a Qp of that hard shit, now we trappin' through the city I'm never lacking, when I'm up in traffic, everything in this car got a drum or extension We the reason they be scared to sleep, the reason they be scared to beef Pull outside your crib, and light it up, you think bout playin' with me Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth, then I go roll up Fatman Bullets get to spitting out that Draco, chew him up like Pac-man We still active Spinnin' through the city, Tell them bitches pop out We found out the nigga that killed John, pulled up and wiped his spot down Say, I should've been dead, stop dissin', pussy, and come and get me You ain't gotta find me, I ain't hiding, bitch, I'm in your city And all you f*ck-ass niggas, with that f*ck-ass dissing Stop dissin', and go slide bout your dead partners, bitch And this ain't even no diss song, I speak straight facts on you f*ck-ass niggas What you talkin' bout, bitch, get up with me You know where I be, f*ck-ass niggas When the streets talk It's another nigga dyin', another homicide Tell them pussy bitches, stop that hiding, and just come back outside When the streets talk It's another casket bought, another family cryin' We don't give a f*ck, about how they feel, just put em' in the ground When the mother fuckin' streets talk Bodies stackin' up, back to back Late night out in traffic, I'm just tryin' to catch a hat When the motherfuckin' streets talk I'm just tryin' to catch a hat, I'm just tryin' to catch a hat This that motherfuckin' street talk Long live choppa, long live mal, they know they get back on the way Hoodrich caught one to the dome, that five-five-six fucked up his face Tell lil' C we on his ass, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Every dog they got a date, a place, and time, I ain't worryin' bout dying