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g-unit - talk bout me lyrics

[intro: young buck]
yeah, you know what it is
ayo, it’s a hater in this muh’f-cker tonight
point his -ss out, g-unit south

[verse 1: young buck]
a dirty n-gga with a whole lot of ice on
we serve n-ggas mommas just to keep our lights on
f-ck credit, i ain’t f-ckin’ wit y’all
when i was locked up, n-ggas wouldn’t answer my calls
i pick my glock up, broke down a d-mn eightball
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 n-gga 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 b-tches 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, sh-t, i don’t blame ya
just know that that b-tch that you whip ain’t no angel, n-gga

[chorus: young 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 f-ck n-gga’s 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?

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
uhh, the hood’s not feelin’ you, i’m in a $100,000 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
anything i gotta do; man i’ll sh-t on a lot of you
park in front the w and let the doors lift
i could smell a hater, i d-mn near get what the dog will sniff
i been here before b-tch, fitted low, long fifth
nothin’ but chronic and chrome, that full grown piff
n-ggas 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 -ss 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 n-ggas don’t give a f-ck, ask buck

[verse 3: tony yayo]
d-mn it feels good to see people up on it
used to be broke now i floss it 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, stashbox holdin’ the tec
so i could cook a n-gga brain like hannibal lec’
i got the money, the power and a big set of b-lls
n-gga, 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!

[outro: young buck]
yeah, gangsta grizzills!
you know what it is, n-gga, ayo
holla when you see some real n-ggas, yeah!
dj drama, cannon, trend setters
do ya thang, mayne, g-unit!!

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