Shot by : LakaFilms - Stick Talk (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah TO3 Lord's Baptiste, September 19th Get into this Yeah, murder Yeah [Verse] Last n***a that I shottied, ain't f**in' n***a Just know I'mma make sure you don't be so lucky n***a Been hearing everything you say, ain't say nothin' n***a Cuz it's just stick talk with me, ain't no discussion n***a Bang-bow Yeah we more than lay that murder game down They wild Till them lions come and see what they about Bring em' out Know them missiles in attendance when we prowl Talkin' loud I'm not satisfied till they can't make a sound b**h I'm tryna hear your last breath I'll put a pricetag on your address And we only come for blood, don't want no a**ets Hit a b**h, forget the b**h, like it was bad s** Graveyard music f**, what made y'all do it? It's gon' rain, and that pain, I'm gon' bring y'all through it See the afterlife soon, at the rate y'all movin' How my team do hits and make a baseball movie b**h, it's 30 or none Don't get stuck in the mud Have you throwin' up blood like you f**in' with cubs Push your sh** back like a sub Leave you wet like the tub Then walk away, leavin' shells like I'm Reverend Run Then I'll k** everybody like you, yeah b**h I'm the one With a mask, gloves, and gun, I'm a storm in the sun In broad day it could hail Then I take em' to hell You better think about your momma not takin' it well Or I could put you on display like I made you for sale Or make em' have to find your a** off of tracin' your smell Either way, like you stole a blunt, you takin' a L Sayin' hello from the other side, like your name Adele Better watch your words n***a Cuz like a bum, you could rest on the curb n***a Yeah I'm fly and I'm crazy, cuckoo bird n***a If that ain't what you heard, then f** what you heard n***a Bout to f** a block up with this new toy Got no problem with that drama, I'm a Rule Boy My side is grippin', 50 kickin', like Riyu boy Like Japanese homes, take you out your shoes boy See I never play 'round Even at the playground Don't know what it was, but n***as always brought the hay 'round Then I gripped the tre' pound Musclin' the weight now If n***as ain't from 'round here, they better know they way 'round My G-Unit got a 50 in it Yeah, they never there when I'm really with it I pop out while I'm gettin' spinach Leave that a** wet and naked like you skinny dippin' Grrahh!