B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Don't Talk To Me lyrics

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B.g. (baby Gangsta, B. Gizzle) - Don't Talk To Me lyrics

Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me Ain't nobody wanna holla I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart Now everybody wanna holla If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla [Chorus:] Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla You know how it is when you ballin, everybody wanna holla But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners n***as be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna f** ya You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone You ain't working with nothing, they sayin they ain't home You sayin to yourself, Boy that hoe wrong I'ma get chu, Wait til I get my sh** straight I'mma fix you I got a K beg for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up And while I'm doin that, I'm bout to f** the game up A year ago, I was f**ing my bangs up Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up The tables done turned, Now everybody wanna talk If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna talk [Chorus] When I was on my a**, n***as was acting funny n***as would shoot you and look what the dope done him n***as done me bad, I couldn't get nothing Now they see me shining and holla "What Up Cousin?" Ain't nothing, better get the f** on 'fore I sneak ya Only real n***as can holla at me for a feature b**h n***as, I ain't f**ing with y'all kind So don't attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope) I don't want cha number (Nope), I don't wanna be your friend (Nope) I don't want your tracks, I f** with Medicine Men (Yep) I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move And I feel like Ludacris, b**h you better move Get out the way, While I'm walking through If you ain't real, I dont wanna talk to you [Chorus] [Talking] Ooh they got these n***as Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks Go to the feds looking at life Be home in about 3 years You know something ain't right with that [Chorus 2:] Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Ya done got an early release Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I know you work for the police Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey You don't know who is who, the game done got shady n***as play hard, get popped and start faking Get off the deal of rap, They hop up and take it Look up next week, Ya shops getting raided Scared to go to the pen, they know they can't make it Calling me collect, I'm hanging up in they face Trying to talk in codes, I know the carbon trace I ain't the one to play, I know you can't be trusted (No) Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah) Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw I thought you was a G, you ain't as real as I thought (Ooh) You went against the code, You disrespected game You lost your ghetto past going against the grain Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh Huh) [Chorus 2]

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