Talk Bout Me - DJ Drama, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck

Yeah, you know what it is

Ayo, it’s a hater in this muh’fucker tonight

Point his ass out, G-Unit South

A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice on

We serve niggas mommas just to keep our lights on

Fuck credit, I ain’t fuckin' wit y’all

When I was locked up, niggas 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 nigga 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 bitches get ya smoked

I’ma 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, shit, I don’t blame ya

Just know that that bitch that you whip ain’t no angel, nigga

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 fuck nigga’s 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?

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 shit on a lot of you

Park in front the W and let the doors lift

I could smell a hater, I damn near get what the dog will sniff

I been here before bitch, fitted low, long fifth

Nothin' but chronic and chrome, that full grown piff

Niggas 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 niggas don’t give a fuck, ask 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 fuck nigga’s 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?

Damn it feels good to see people up on it

Used to be broke now I floss it 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 nigga brain like Hannibal Lec'

I got the money, the power and a big set of balls

Nigga, 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!

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 fuck nigga’s 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?

Yeah, GANGSTA GRIZZILLS!

You know what it is, nigga, ayo

Holla when you see some real niggas, YEAH!

DJ Drama, Cannon, trend setters

Do ya thang, mayne, G-UNIT!