TALK'N THAT SHIT! (Single Version)

I just need someone to help me stay awake

Because evidently, Killer Mike has gone to sleep

All the player haters who be talkin' that shit

(DJ Paul) this for all the player haters

(TWhy, you did it, you heard?) Who be talkin' that shit (no!)

Niggas talk to me about that woke-ass shit (yeah)

Same niggas walkin' on some broke-ass shit

You see, your words ain't worth no money, I ain't spoke back, bitch

All of you niggas hang together on some Brokeback shit

Really, y'all niggas some hoes, on some ho-ass shit

Look at me and take a picture, on some Kodak shit

What you see is a G and you envy that shit

I can see it in your eyes like an envious bitch

I'm, I'm in rooms with politicians talking business and shit

Hear you come with your opinion, ain't solicit that shit (DJ Paul)

Lola hit up DJ Paul, went to Memphis and shit

Pause, rest in peace to Lord Infamous, bitch

I'm, I'm so underground, I move like Pimp C in this bitch

I bob and weave and bust on beats like Bun B in this bitch

I'm feeling like I'm Tony Draper, Ball and G in this bitch

On fire like Hot Boy Juvi', 400 degrees in this bitch

All that chatter that you chatter 'bout my matter just don't matter

I don't, I don't forth and backer, I clack-clacka-rata-tata

Could be blacker, could be cracker

It's whatever, that's whenever

Sprinkle salt, I spray pepper

You play bad, I go evil

I know folk, I know people

I'm the shit, I go fecal

You a leech, I'm a leader

Humble down, we ain't equal

Kill your master, slap your sifu

I'm rich rollin', true blue regal

I keep a stick, don't take shit

And that .223 is lethal

You just talk a lot of shit (DJ Paul, TWhy)

But shit don't impress me (let's go)

And-, and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit

But shit don't impress me

And-, and fuck a-, talk a lot of shit

Black Boulé hate me

I'm too cool, AC

I don't give a fuck if weed gettin' legal