lirik lagu manson family - talk is cheap
[tommy wright iii talking]
the number one hated, the most wanted
the all want us, the fbi, dea, the cia, atf
what the f-ck do y’all want?
(all you do is run your godd-mn mouth)
you don’t know what you gettin’ in
(..boy you ain’t finna do a godd-mn thing..)
what the f-ck wrong wid you boy?
(..godd-mnit if you gon’ bring it, bring it on…)
my n-gga t-roc what’s up?, destineal, whoopin’ on n-ggas
[verse 1: tommy wright iii]
everything i say i’ma do it for real
me and lil sko finna go for the k!ll
n-ggas talk sh-t when i let go hit the floor
make a hoe drop like dominoes i’ma go
out the patio cause the po-pos at the door
gotta lay low, i’m the man wid the say-so
feds want mo’ ah the underground pro
still servin’ junkies scalin’ up the hootie hoe pajerio?
feel me hoe, i’m the one that’s all in ya sh-t
you the one i’m tellin’ all my n-ggas go an’ get
cryin’ like a b-tch when the thirty r six
boutta spit sick sh-t just like blair witch
wanna meet a legend n-gga look at my cover
don’t wanna get k!lled better burn some rubber
already took six two sent dead brothers
i wasn’t raised by my mom i raised my mother
f-ck talkin’ boy and back it up just like -ss
you peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ah
sneak up on ah, peep up on ah, leap up on ah, beat up on ah
and heat up on him lookin’ like i am wid long hair and a mask
i’ma mash everytime they make one dime
i’ma blast soon if they f-ck wid mine
f-ck squashin take caution when you talk about memphis
it’s tommy time and who the f-ck told you different
n-gga y’all ain’t the sh-t y’all just the p-ss
that come up out my d-ck wid canadian mist
betta have a tone goin’ on wid fist
what i make is what my website gets in hits
witness, better send a letter to the cia
this is gonna get a b-tch sprayed
talk is cheap just like the river runs deep
talk is cheap like every hoe is a freak beep
chorus: c-9 & [tommy iii]
talk is cheap, we creepin’ so thick
we blastin’ on haters wid nothin’ but anna
[body bags, body casts]
you n-ggas gonna die tryna f-ck wid my stamina
(4x)
[verse 2: lil sko]
i’m sick ah this he say she say sh-t
i’m pointin’ some fingers i’m callin’ some names
haters be talkin’ mo’ sh-t than a project b-tch
i ain’t in this game for the motherf-ckin’ fame
i’m steppin’ on toes puttin’ n-ggas in chokeholds
so keep that -ss awake like no doze
frontin’ like you ain’t no hoe
it’ll be mo’ n-ggas comin’ wid braids and fros
even if you packin’ yo heat
i betta not catch ya slippin’ in the streets, n-gga what!
on the realer my n-gga, if it never get bigger
you still my n-gga, you still my n-gga
now how many motherf-ckin’ n-ggas wanna roll wid sko
pimp hoes wid sko, sell blow wid sko, do shows wid sko
just the way that this dirty south sh-t supposed to go
lil sko wid the pro n-gga you ain’t know?
well now ya know, if you a friend or foe
if you a lady or hoe, if you rich or poor
you really need to recognize ya being memphisized
i’m stickin’ and shootin’, in between ya eyes
i’m puttin’ me wood, in between ya hoe thighs
why ya actin’ surprised when ya really need to realise
that i’ll leave a n-gga paralyzed
sko and tommy iii n-gga we down for whatever
better get ya sh-t together n-gga gangs is terror
and come up with a plan, that’s fortune for clever
dis street smart write ya seed an’ aunt a letter
[tommy wright]
everytime we dis a n-gga what we do we shut ’em down
everytime we run into them motherf-ckaz not a sound
n-ggas like to talk about sh-t that they don’t know about
in yo face and not behind you when we bust you in yo mouth
[chorus]
[verse 3: c-9 & boss bytch]
y’all n-ggas ain’t no k!llas y’all scared of us
when it’s time to handle business y’all scared to bust
scared to ride, runnin’ off to much at the mouth
tell some lies, claimin’ you ain’t scared to die
make up ya mind, sony -ss, phony -ss b-tch
phony -ss trick, flodgin’ -ss corny -ss snitch
talkin’ that sh-t, is gonna cost ya wig to get split
mark -ss b-tch ya never get me caught in that cl!ck
friends or foes, what ya claim to be i don’t know
talkin’ you bold you all up in my grill like golds
i oppose, watch the snubnose reload
bl–dy ya clothes, give action like a k!lla suppose
come wig and jump and keep on stumblin’ keep it comin’
leave ya numb and keep it crunk and chief a junt
and catch a murder charge or somethin’
pull up at a river grab a body bag dump him
adrenaline, rushin’ through my lil -ss pumper
[boss bytch]
how many motherf-ckin’ n-ggas wanna go to the med, wid two in the head?
bleed bl–dy red from a b-tch wid a bigger glock, and a bigger pop
naw it won’t stop, until ya body drop cause, ya mouth be hot
you be talkin’ the sh-t, but don’t be walkin’ the sh-t
you be singin’ the sh-t, but don’t be bringin’ the sh-t b-tch
what’s up better run for ya trunk, too late, caught ya by the gate
mind gone, -ss gone, all that sh-t will be blown away
no love from me to you, f-ck you
i hang wid the sinista thugs showin’ no love
lookin’ for a n-gga wid a mean mug
it’ll be his -ss i’ma push and shove b-tch
[chorus]
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