Taysav Don't Talk
[Verse 1]
Real niggas, what you know about that?
Boy, you ain't go to store and come back
Real hitters, what you know about that?
You ain't never bend blocks with them straps
Got niggas gone that ain't never comin' back
I'ma ride 'till the end 'cause I'm in it for revenge
I don't even care if a nigga with his kids
I'ma slide up on him, get down how he lived
Thinkin' 'bout Pap, I remember we was kids
Take me way back
Way, way back in the day
Way before we was out here with them K's
Broad day, let it spray, no mask, just face
We was really going ape, King Kong, couldn't touch us
Bitches wanna kick it just so they can turn they slut up
You ain't got no money on nobody, shut the f..ck up!
Got niggas that rob for a lighter, get you stuck up
However you wanna play it, my niggas is gon' take it there
Put the .40 to his backspace, then erase it there
Loafing with his bitch, man, I guess I'll take a pair
Lot of niggas hating on me, saying I can't make it there
But it's mine, so I'ma take it, I can never ever let up
Lucci, wet his chest up!
Come and get this mess up!
I just thank the Lord 'cause my niggas really blessed up
I don't got no love for a nigga who done 'fessed up
I came up the hard way, posted up on Pratt
We ain't no where to go, we was smokin' in them hallways
We was duckin' twelve like all day
Pole on me, nigga, I'm insured like Allstate
Ones, fives, 20's, 50's, 100's: I need all cake
Bag up everything, I don't care if it's all safe
Young real niggas and we be exposin' all fakes
I just wanna get to that ball 'till [?]
Pooh Bear used to run down Ashland
Me and Shotty used to skip all our classes
Pappy used to be right on our asses
Was never lackin', always kept ratchets
Mose Deuce always up in traffic
Call Magic for a hit or some extra
Lil' Face really out here clappin'
Way before spazzin'
Way before rappin'
[Hook]
But that's some shit we don't really talk about
Broad day, night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk 'em down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mamma cryin' 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
[Verse 2]
I remember vividly, back at Kilmer days
[?] be out here with the K
Lookin' for the enemies, tryna make a way
With my niggas, tryna make a play
All these hoe niggas ain't got a say in shit
Never lay with her after, I'll slay that bitch
Play that bitch, I can never date that bitch
If she bad and I want her, I'll take that bitch
But all these other niggas out here movin' backwards
Niggas slow, we was out here movin' faster
Insane, nigga, we ain't have a master
If you try to get in the way, we'll whack ya
Bullets they attacking a nigga like a blitz
Boy, you better duck quick 'fore you get slumped quick
Broad day to the graveyard, we was workin' them shifts
Smokin' dope out a ounce, poppin' Henney by the fifth
Servin' all them geeks, 31st to the fifth
Runnin' 'round the six, when you gotta pay the rent
What you know about that? Nigga, you don't know shit
Out here tryna make it flip, you ain't even got a whip
Better keep a stick, you ain't tryna get nailed
When you want it for your homies, you ain't in it for yourself
When you got it on your own, you ain't never need a help
When them people try to throw you a book like a shelf, but
[Hook]
That's some shit we don't really talk about
Broad day, night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk 'em down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mamma cryin' 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Broad day, night time, we'll spark it out
If he with it or he not, we'll chalk him out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about
Pull up, hop out, then hawk 'em down
Shots fired at his face, it's a man down
Mamma cryin' 'cause she got to pick a coffin out
Whole lot of shit we don't really talk about