Текст песни Manson Family (Tommy Wright III) - Talk is Cheap
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[Tommy Wright III talking]The number one hated, the most wantedThe all want us, the FBI, DEA, the CIA, ATFWhat the fuck do y`all want?(All you do is run your Goddamn mouth)You don`t know what you gettin` in(..Boy you ain`t finna do a Goddamn thing..)What the fuck wrong wid you boy?(..Goddamnit if you gon` bring it, bring it on...)My nigga T-Roc what`s up?, Destineal, whoopin` on niggas[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]Everything I say I`ma do it for realMe and Lil Sko finna go for the killNiggas talk shit when I let go hit the floorMake a hoe drop like dominoes I`ma goOut the patio cause the po-pos at the doorGotta lay low, I`m the man wid the say-soFeds want mo` ah the underground proStill servin` junkies scalin` up the hootie hoe pajerioFeel me hoe, I`m the one that`s all in ya shitYou the one I`m tellin` all my niggas go an` getCryin` like a bitch when the thirty R sixBoutta spit sick shit just like Blair WitchWanted me to let the nigga look at my carDon`t wanna get killed better burn some rubberAlready took six two sent dead brothersI wasn`t raised by my mom I raised my motherFuck talkin` boy and back it up just like assYou peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ahSneak up on ah, peep up on ah, leap up on ah, beat up on ahAnd heat up on him lookin` like I am wid long hair and a maskI`ma mash everytime they make one dimeI`ma blast soon if they fuck wid mineFuck squashin take caution when you talk about MemphisIt`s Tommy time and who the fuck told you differentNigga y`all ain`t the shit y`all just the pissThat come up out my dick wid Canadian MistBetta have a tone goin` on wid thisWhat I make and what my way of sight gives is hitsWitness, better send a letter to the CIAThis is gonna get a bitch sprayedTalk is cheap just like the river runs deepTalk is cheap like every hoe is a freak beepChorus: C-9 & [Tommy III]Talk is cheap, we creepin` so thickWe blastin` on haters wid nothin` but anna[Body bags, body casts]You niggas gonna die tryna fuck wid my stamina(4x)[Verse 2: Lil Sko]I`m sick ah this he say she say shitI`m pointin` some fingers I`m callin` some namesHaters be talkin` mo` shit than a project bitchI ain`t in this game for the motherfuckin` fameI`m steppin` on toes puttin` niggas in chokeholdsSo keep that ass away, like no doughFrontin` like you ain`t no hoeIt`ll be mo` niggas comin` wid razor foursEven if you packin` yo heatI betta not catch ya slippin` in the streets, nigga What!On the realer my nigga, if it never get biggerYou still my nigga, you still my niggaNow how many motherfuckin` niggas wanna roll wid Sko,Pimp hoes wid Sko, sell blow wid Sko, do shows wid SkoJust the way that this Dirty South shit supposed to goLil Sko wid the pro nigga you ain`t know?Well now ya know, if you a friend or foeIf you a lady or hoe, if you rich or poorYou really need to recognize ya being MemphisizedI`m stickin` and shootin`, in between ya eyesI`m puttin` me wood, in between ya hoe thighsWhy ya actin` surprised when ya really need to realiseThat I`ll leave a nigga paralyzed,Sko and Tommy III nigga we down for whateverBetter get ya shit together nigga gangs is terrorAnd come up with a plan, that`s fortune for cleverDis Street Smart write ya seed an` aunt a letter[Tommy Wright]Everytime we dis a nigga what we do we shut `em downEverytime we run into them motherfuckaz not a soundNiggas like to talk about shit that they don`t know aboutIn yo face and not behind you when we bust you in yo mouth[Chorus][Verse 3: C-9 & Boss Bytch]Y`all niggas ain`t no killas y`all scared of usWhen it`s time to handle business y`all scared to bustScared to ride, runnin` off to much at the mouthTell some lies, claimin` you ain`t scared to dieMake up ya mind, sony ass, phony ass bitchPhony ass trick, flodgin` ass corny ass snitchTalkin` that shit, is gonna cost ya wig to get splitMark ass bitch ya never get me caught in that clickFriends or foes, what ya claim to be I don`t knowTalkin` you bold you all up in my grill like goldsI oppose, watch the snubnose reloadBloody ya clothes, give action like a killa supposeCome wig and jump and keep on stumblin` keep it comin`Leave ya numb and keep it crunk and chief a juntAnd catch a murder charge or somethin`Pull up at a river grab a body bag dump himAdrenaline, rushin` through my lil ass pumper[Boss Bytch]How many motherfuckin` niggas wanna go to the med, wid two in the head?Bleed bloody red from a bitch wid a bigger glock, and a bigger popNaw it won`t stop, until ya body drop cause, ya mouth be hotYou be talkin` the shit, but don`t be walkin` the shitYou be singin` the shit, but don`t be bringin` the shit bitchWhat`s up better run for ya trunk, too late, caught ya by the gateMind gone, ass gone, all that shit will be blown awayNo love from me to you, fuck youI hang wid the Sinista Thugs showin` no loveLookin` for a nigga wid a mean mugIt`ll be his ass I`ma push and shove bitch[Chorus]