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Letras
[Verse 1]
Yeah, **** talkin' all that gangsta shit
Actin' like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Get your fuckin' head blown off ****, you know?
[Verse 2]
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
[Verse 3]
I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon
'Cause these other **** that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
'Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC
But when I come through, shh, the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pop get shot (Woo)
Now, we can blow an hour talkin' 'bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got, catching stunts in the drop
Now, Nas, he love the kids (Haha) 50 on that killer shit
That big mobster bad man, BGF guerrilla shit
I'm markin' my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me, you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Bhudda
I'll turn your kids to a shooter
Crip **** love me like they love Hoover
They tell me see careful good, 'cause **** wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, bow
[Verse 4]
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
[Verse 5]
He think he a killer, but we gon' just pay him a visit
Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shootin' these **** lights out like LeBron James
Holla my name, give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, ****, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame
A **** told me, do your dirt all by your lonely
So I go hit them **** 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waitin', anticipatin' to put a **** under
Smokin' like we some Jamaicans fuckin' with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a **** watchin' y'all
Motherfucker
[Verse 6]
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
[Verse 7]
Come on, ****
I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll blow your stupid ass up the steps
Beggin' **** don't understand, no
Probably 'cause my hand glow
When I'm anticipatin' the Lambo
Lean out my bucket for **** thinkin' they Rambo
You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know
These rap **** portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Till they laid out in the hospital, eating apple sauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Wavin' a white flag, for danger they might have
My **** buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change
You'll probably feel on a handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a Glock
Don't fuck around and get your dumb ass shot
[Verse 8]
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
They, they talkin' that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop' em from talkin' like that
Written by: Alfonso Martin, Basil Glendon Gabbidon, C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, David Hinds, Michael Riley, Ronnie Mcqueen, Selwyn Delrainze Brown, Steve Nesbitt