Talk That Talk

[Intro: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me [Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me [Verse 1: Juicy J] I'm a mafia nigga I got white friends Blacked out smoked out in that white Benz Still go hard til the night ends My niggas on the blocks like tight ends You niggas ain't street never move along Can't go to the club, Get followed home Your niggas might change when they under pressure When the feds come and get em answer every question Its some niggas in yo clique that'll start hatin When you flying up the charts makin top paper And these thirsty ass bitches wanna have your baby An these fuck niggas wanna try to assassinate ya G. ass nigga yeah I bought my crown owner Doe B the only nigga that can look down on me Catch a nigga while he sleep Put heater up to his head Whip him with the pistol then drag him up out the bed I have to keep in mind this rap game is like the trap And keep your eyes on them niggas actin like they got your back I know what I'm talkin' bout I'm speakin the truth It is what it is [Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Don't be running up on me talking that shit Don't be round me not smoking no dope Don't be round me not spending no cash Dont be Nigga don't be a hater Don't think about it now just do it big Really wanna do it big then jump in my whip Nothin but real ones in my clique They be dumpin' them clips, they be all on them trips They be mobbin for chips, and we all got a zip Got six joints already rolled I done broke too many phones I done fucked too many hoes And we all got a zip Got six joints already rolled I done broke too many phones I done fucked too many hoes (your bitch said she wasn't gonna smoke no more) [Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me [Verse 3: Project Pat] 187 maybe hell maybe heaven Blowed off sawed off dirty mac 11 Bust one unforgiven fast life I be livin' Young nigga pay attention know its life in prision Masked up flagged up Nigga had his back turned, chopper shot his back up Get his ass clapped up Strippers famous Always got smoke comin' out the chamber Lames be in the wrong place at the wrong time Talkin' about bad about me young niggas fine Say you gonna rob me young nigga heard him Got love for pat, young nigga served him Used to cop from a old head so he curbed him Got flat turned rat he murked him These niggas play games like a killer Weak ass nigga be bitch ass nigga Real nigga like pat get money Say to hell with these bitches fuck honey I'mma get bread I'mma stack change Nigga get wrong I'mma blow his brain Straight to kingdom come my nigga Round here we ride foreign my nigga Round here bodies be storin' my nigga [Chorus: Lord Infamous & DJ Paul] So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me So come and get some 187 invitation You just talk a lot of shit but shit don't impress me