partners n crime – talk that shit now lyrics
[chorus: x2]
[crowd] talk that sh-t now!
[kangol slim] the u is for unknown!
[c] talk that sh-t now!
[ks] the n is for nothing!
[c] talk that sh-t now!
[ks] the l is for lowlife!
[c] talk that sh-t now!
[ks] the v is for virgins!
[first verse: kangol slim + misdemeanor]
[misdemeanor]
tec-9 what’cha like?
[kangol slim]
i like room and sh-t
[misdemeanor]
tec-9 what’cha like?
[kangol slim]
man i smoke rocks in clips
[misdemeanor]
tec-9 what’cha like?
[kangol slim]
man i’m a clucka b-tch, meanor pop that b-tch, ask him to suck your d-ck
[misdemeanor]
well tec-9 get’cha wave back boy, you look bad
do yourself a favor, and hit the rehab
it’s a shame that you rap, and still gotta rob
[strange voice]
ay yo, peel yourself off, we might give you a job
[misdemeanor]
ol’ clucka m-th-f-cka, been said it -ss sucka
probably burnt your lady f-ckin’ junkies with a rubber
boy where your son at? p-ssy -ss ya fat
still smokin’ crack? hope you got your mind back
tryin’ to diss my n-gg- third, jockin’ his ex
all in her face, trickin’ off your crazy check
you’z a hoe, i know you know, let your colors show
or should i beat that up like glenn beat you after four?
well beep beep beep, there goes that little red elite
we used to play schoolers back in elementary
yella boy back at eastern, you used to be a dancer
but now in ’94 i guess them golds make you gangsta
first the eddie bow then you tried the hike
i guess you caught a flat on that little red bike
‘cise break it down, yeah we bout to act a fool
won’t you bring that f-ckin’ track to that f-ckin’ old school?
[chorus]
[second verse: kangol slim+prime time]
[kangol slim]
well if i never knew a clucker now i know one
got a couple of grams, tec-9 you wanna score one?
n-gg-s always tryin’ diss, but you know you lookin’ p-ssed
you done made my hit list, you baboon lookin’ b-tch
never take sh-t from a busta
never take sh-t from a clucker
you tried to diss my clique? you’z a stupid m-th-f-cka
went on to bite my style
give us a towel
make my uncle know that you dropped a diss, but it’s too late
you shouldn’t put out another tape
you say you f-cked my boy ol’ lady
then i find out much later that she had your baby
now i know it may seem a lil’ crazy
but is that really his baby? n-gg- maybe
n-gg- it’s drama time, watch yo back
get your gat
before i hit your -ss, i’m talkin’ to the n-gg- named ya-fat
f-ck the unlv, i’m down with pnc
and i roll with them n-gg-s off that c.a.b
my n-gg-, eazy-e, look here and cat daddy
and can’t forget about the big money and g-money
yep i’m comin’ for your -ss so it’s best you wear your vest
i forgot this bird than flew the cuckoo’s nest
always wanna use a gun, lookin’ like fat albert’s son
you better run cuz m-th-f-cka here i come
that’s a lil’ coward -ss yella boy
that’s a lil’ coward -ss yella boy
that’s a lil’ coward -ss yella boy
that’s a lil’ coward -ss yella boy
[prime time]
i biggedy bounce just like slim
don’t give me that foolish like pimp
i ask them hoes like three nine
i’m paid in full like rakim
i’m knockin’ ’em out like e-a-b
don’t love them hoes like p-n-c
i’m down with bust down, and got beef like sporty t
like i told you before, in the deep n.o.
i’m prime time and i’ll break you off, and that’s somethin’ i know fa sho
so come your back blown out if you f-ckin’ wanna
f-ck with p-n-c i’ll put your -ss up in a corner
[strange voice]
oh it’s a big boy thang
a power move sw-ng
don’t f-ck with our boys cuz you know you can’t hang
it’s a big boy thang
a power move sw-ng
y’all busta -ss n-gg-s can’t hang
[prime time]
i’ll take you b-tch off the map
when it’s time to strap, bust a cap
that fake -ss track, and that fake -ss rap
get off the map
to that b-tch ya-fat, i’ma make you go get’cha gat
i heard you mouthin’ off track
don’t take no time to get smacked
and to that b-tch tec-9, you must don’t mind dyin’
f-ckin’ with prime, wrong n-gg-, you better be packin’ that iron
save the p-ssy for last, yella boy you gettin’ dissed
tryin’ to rep on the prime, you albino lookin’ b-tch
and with that fake -ss eddie bow, sh-t is played out of style
i’ma make you worth your while, with a big -ss smile
you round here reppin’ and stuntin’ talkin’ bout y’all about it
tryin’ to diss pnc, misdemeanor i doubt it
from a studio prankster to your label’s obsessive gangster
f-ck around and i’ll stank ya, might as well spank ya
[chorus x2]
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