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lou siffa - they just talking lyrics

i hear a lotta talk (lord bless em, keep em, teach em)

a lotta talk (forgive em, deliver em i can’t reach em)

im knockin em off, (“i ask you interviene”)

before i leave em in excessive fecal matter bleeding

verse 1

+i dont know what yall been thinking i done put in worrrk / been on my 9 to 5 wit no insurance pushin (worrrk)
+just lookatmy birth grew up poor the world mistook my worrrth / poverty fed the hunger and you got “shot if you mistookitfor thirst”
my history aint squeaky clean i had my foot in the dirt, but still aint got a scratch on me homie look at my (shirrrt)
lou siffa, by hook or crook bet you get cooked first, dont call me hook man +but boy i rock a hook and a verse
made plans to k!ll this track (butkeepthata secret a whisper a murmer), cause if i dont then ill just cop a plea of attempted murder
dont crown me for the effort, just gimme a pound for keepingit real it aint no truer cause, you gottarespect my record
give em h+ll till da bell ring, still po living low but im reaching for the cei+ling, this old worlds still rolling, butif you stop for a second you can feel it til+ting
+pause+
mama (mama) “mama, i just k!lled a maaaaan”, they saying theyll gimmie parole if i giveme the pistol but, imappealing it
b+ttheyjust, lying, taintingthe jury, f+ckthejudicial, system +pause+ cause if i give em the pistol its still no dismissal im f+ckedfor concealing it
hook
we all carry a cross (uh), if you cut me i bleed (“bl++dy”), butcan you carry the cost, of f+cking with me?
(eeyay)
n+ggaz get carried away (ok), thats nothing to me, nowcan you carry the weight, of f+cking wit me?
+yall, just, talking, heads, talk ain’t, cheap homie talk is, dead
“all you do is talk, off witcho head, , all yall n+ggas, walking, dead”
verse 2

im dying to find myself, and if i did i wouldnt know what to say butstill have my back id lie behind myself
andi dont stand in line i stand for mine besides myself aint no n+ggalike me myself and i (imso beside myself)
now lemmie rewind myself, i dont stand in line but stand on everythang to stick to “the blueprint i designed myself”
im from the cityif you get bl++dy youjust l!ck it off, its eat or be hungry this is zombieland wichita
(a+kays, fity cals, sawed offs, thirty eights, twenty twos, twenty fives, time to float, pennywise)
semi, semi, semi “i repeat like im obsessed with fire”, i keep em on preheat no fingerprints and no receipts
is he forrealor nooot, is hea gorilla orpitchin rooocks, n+ggathis monkey biness (oo oo oh oh) runuponmeyagetting shoot
mymission’s getit getit stack it stack it, to say i did it without touching a package, im sick of hustling backwards
and im hongry but survivals never victimless so, get da f+ckoutda way andletme operate witdeez instruments
welcome to the k!lling fields n+ggaztoohigh tosee valueoflife (wherea bullet for bullets the whole of the law and a vow thru christ)

hook

we all carry a cross (uh), if you cut me i bleed (“bl++dy”), butcan you carry the cost, of f+cking with me?
(eeyay)
n+ggaz get carried away, thats nothing to me, nowcan you carry the weight, of f+cking wit me?
+yall, just, talking, heads, talk ain’t, cheap homie talk is, dead
“all you do is talk, off witcho head, , all yall n+ggas, walking, dead”

outro

they just talking. lemmie spit a lil game at ya
my advice is keep your wits about you
n+gga keep ya distance. what they say? 6 feet? away or under. your choice
i spent too many hungry nights and learned too many painful lessons on these streets to be out here just,,,, talking,,,,, n+gga
sometimes its what you dont say that speaks the loudest. now thats real talk
what it look like on your block? n+ggaz just talking?
we trying to survive this american nightmare while chasing these fantastic ass dreams. get it get it stack it stack it
its getting dim out here. only way to make it is to get tunnel vision
aint no room out here for no fake sh+t. not in my hood m+th+ f+cka! not in my hood
real realize real. true recognize true. salute!
yeah, we still in kansas

- lou siffa lyrics

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