Mr. Cream - Who Ya Talkin To lyrics

rate me

See, the hard I spit, the better I get

My heart cold in this bitch and I ain’t never been shit

So nigga catch a glimpse from a bird’s eye view

And you can witness if I kill ‘em like you heard I do

The words I use is similar to murder with a ballpoint

Boy, I break your fibula, collarbone and jaw joint

Niggas better stop, I’m as raw as I ever been

But if these niggas sick then of course I’m the medicine

Pardon my approach but nigga, I’m a beast with it

When it comes to beef watch me wink and sink my teeth in it

My name Mr. Cream, I stay on my own two

Say it to your face, it ain’t shit that you gonna do

I don’t fuck around when these amateurs rapping now

Mutilate opponents, use an animal tactic

I come, spit in the wind and the trees are bent

The leaves are spent, the city’s under siege again, motherfucker

I’m cold as ice cubes, baby, I’m on my old shit

It’s killer, lady killer, I’m on my OJ

Don’t color me bad, homie, color me old paint

Chopper and a Maybach, y’all can color that rose

You know my … three ladies and a cup

If they all want a cut I call that foreplay

This ain’t no horseplay, this grown folk …

A boss is a boss even on off days

CI, keep to myself, tighten the belt up in these Levi’s

For brothers that bum change and see I

Catch a brother up in the bee hive, I’m just a killer, be gone

So start the track, let the killer resume

I bring it back like I’m still in the womb, just give it nine months, trick

If you ain’t felt me, you’ll be feeling this song

Everything good ain’t always good for you

My brothers up in the hood but if you up to no good then have a good lawyer

Who ya talkin’ to?

And the moral of the story is

Y’all can’t fuck with us

Mr. Cream, Mr. Meth

And I go by the name of Denz One

Turn this shit off