Talk 'Bout Me

Yeah, you know what it is Aiyo, 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' with y'all When I was locked up niggas wouldn't answer my calls I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eight ball 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 niggas 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? The hood's not feelin' you, I'm in a hundred thousand dollar 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 Anythin' 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, 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 niggas 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 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, stash box 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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, aiyo Holla when you see some real niggas, yeah DJ Drama, Cannon, trendsetters Do ya thang mayne, G-Unit