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