Talk Bout Me - DJ Drama feat Young Buck, Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo

[Young Buck:]
Yeah, you know what it is
Aiyyo, it's a hater in this muh'f_cker tonight
Point his ass out, G-Unit South

A dirty n_gga with a whole lot of ice on
We serve n_ggas mommas just to keep our lights on
F_ck credit, I ain't f_ckin with y'all
When I was locked up, n_ggas wouldn't answer my calls
I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eightball
And hit the block up, yeah we sell grams and all
But here the haters come, I done went and bought me a Chevy
I got drive out tags on twenty-fo's already
Let me circle back around, let my window down
Ay where that n_gga now? I don't even hear a sound
You know they hate you when ya rich, and love when you're broke
Fleas turn into ticks and the b_tches get ya smoked
I'm a "Gangsta Grill" on 'em, pop a pill on 'em
I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
So go on say my name, sh_t, I don't blame ya
Just know that that b_tch that you whip ain't no angel n_gga

[Hook: Young Buck]
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?
I just f_ck n_ggas hoes when they talk about me
I just roll up the 'dro when they talk about me
We go to war, that's fo' sho' when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?

[Lloyd Banks:]
Uhh, the hood's not feelin you, I'm in a $100, 000 vehicle
Schemin through, makin 'em stare, that's what the earrings do
I'm never compared to you, I'm willin and prepared to do
Anything I gotta do; man I'll sh_t on a lot of you
Park in front the W and let the doors lift
I could smell a hater, damn near get what the dog will sniff
I been here before b_tch, fitted low, long fifth
Nothin but chronic and chrome, that full grown piff
N_ggas know Banks is real, candy paint DeVille
Iced out "Gangsta Grill", hit the gas, shank the wheel
If you pay attention I could show you how to make a mil'
With the pen, with a pill, I'm walkin 'round with the steel
Chill, before you get your ass tossed up
Beat up and choked, 'til information is coughed up
I'm ridin with the four tucked, bullet-proof war truck
Them G-Unit n_ggas don't give a f_ck, ask Buck

[Hook: w/ ad libs]

[Tony Yayo:]
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
Used to be broke now I floss and I flaunt it
Don't ever buy your album, word to mother
Not even a bootleg with the blurry cover
Burn rubber in the Benz we glarin, chain glarin
Things starin, I'm hot so stop comparin
Yo it's T-O-N-Y, cook like a chemist
The six be the color of spinach
On a boardwalk to Venice, stashbox holdin the tec
So I could cook a n_gga brain like Hannibal Lec'
I got the money, the power and a big set of balls
N_ggas slow your roll, I'll put your face on the wall
I get birds for dirt cheap, I get that dough
And put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe
I'm out in A-T-L, smokin granddaddy
On the rubberband tires on the brand new Caddy, YEAH!

[Hook: w/ ad libs]

[Young Buck:]
You know what it is n_gga, aiyyo
Holla when you see some real n_ggas, YEAH!
DJ Drama, Cannon, trend setters
Do ya thang mayne, G-UNIT!
[Fades out]

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