People Talkin

[Crowd cheering and chanting "Mobb Deep"]

[Intro: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]

Like finding feathers on a housecat, heh

Like searching for a needle in a haystack

[?] [?] [?] [?]

G-Unit

Mobb Deep

[Chorus: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]

I hear the people talk

Whistling when you walk

Your kind is hard (And it's on) to find

Darling, I'm glad you're mine

(You know what?) I hear the people talk

Whistling when you walk (Yo check this shit out right here man)

Your kind is hard to find (Yeah)

Darling, I'm glad you're mine

[Verse: Prodigy]

Man look at how the tables turned, you fucked up now

I got more money and I got more power, I got more fans

Cause nigga you soft, nigga you talk big, but got a lil set of balls

We don't spray mace over here

We spray Llams, 22 shots, assassinator bullet, shit'll bounce around yo brain and land in your stomach

Shit won't even make the news, all we hear is nuttin'

Rap niggas runnin' 'round

Tryna team up 'cause the Unit is so strong they can't beat us

They used to be [?], they used to be the shit 'till P got promoted to the best there is

I made it to the other side, so king me nigga

They think it's a game, 'till my gun rain on them niggas

How y'all gon' sell records, with P runnin' 'round with millions of dollars and fire for miles, they don't want you no more

Your shit is wack

Fuck outta here, now how you gon' come back wit a suit

A throwback or maybe a kufi?

Get some Neptune beats maybe that shit'll do it

Cause Mobb, Deep is makin' you look bad

Blood Money soon come, nigga you a wrap

Your bitch, see me all in the new videos

Eytime she blink I'm on the radio

I'm the talk of the hood and it's drivin' 'em sick

I'm the new rich nigga all the hoes wanna riff

50 Cent saved me not Jesus Christ

Ask Ma$e and M.O.P., for him P'll die

[Outro: Prodigy]

Muhfuckin' right

I just wanna take this time out

To give it up to the big boss (Yeah)

Curtis "Interscope" Jackson

Just gimme the word my nigga

Spider Loc, Olivia, Young Buck, Banks (Uhh)

H

Yayo (Yeah)

What up dun?

And it's on again

Know I'm sayin', get off (Yeah) our nuts (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck outta here with all that bullshit, man (Yo light up, son)

Nah I ain't gon' kill ya

Whoo Kid

Shoot that piece of shit