Twista - Talk Hard lyrics

rate me

(Basement Beats!)

It's Kamikazi when I got a thumper, cause Twista ride

Ever since tha days that I waz spittin suicide,

Push your crew aside every year I cop tha newer ride

Still in tha streets even tho I was Po-Pimpin with Do or Die

But nigga youse a lie U said U runnin things,

You say you the man on tha land with tha work & U got that money man

You say you could hold yo business talk about you be holdin heat

But tha word I hear is that yousa hoe in the streets

Nigga where yo chief, nigga where yo gov?

Can you tell me who yo Jeffe, mufucka where yo guns?

Better tell me what hood yo from & where you servin at

Do tha homies that be holdin things down over hear know you servin that?

Jeffrey Matter don't know ya, K-Town ain't heard of ya

They don't see you in tha in dem wild hundreds I'm about to murder ya,

First you was loud I got up in ya face cause you actin like a punk,

Niggaz Kill me steady talkin shit but they know they ain't gon jump

Much shakin, too much hatin (hatin)

I'm gonna show demolation

Talkin about what they can do, but they do nothing

Talk Hard, but don't do shit (ay ho ay ho)

(Jamaican Patois)

(Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Yoooooooooooooo!)

Talk hard but don't do shit

Everything they say be straight bullshit

Talk about gats but don't pull shit

I don't hang around fools, unless they full clips

(Pitbull n Twista)

Once again it's on, From the bottom to the Chi let's ride

Don't let that chopper get crunk in M.I.A.M.I.

Where they ride Donks, we don't drive by

But if we pop trunks, and let it fire

(brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaattttttttttttt)

We call it chopper talk, and when that bitch hitcha

Look like a shark bit ya, I'm just bein real witcha

See I've seen it, done it, heard it, lived it And that's the truth

They got the balls to talk But not the heart to shoot

Don't talk about it, be about it, that's the rules of the street

I learned that in Windwood where they'll put ya to sleep

Quick mash, yea quick over that white shit

So do me a favor, and watch ya mouth bitch

Much shakin, too much hatin (hatin)

I'm gonna show demolation

Talkin about what they can do, but they do nothing

Talk Hard, but don't do shit (ay ho ay ho)

(Jamaican Patois)

Dem a snake in da grass wolves in a sheeps clothes

Steady perpetratin gunning falseing form

So I'm gonna bring the night today

You shoulda neva eva listen to a word dey say

I heard they want your head on a stick (for what?)

For talkin, motor mouthin and runnin off at the lip (at the lip)

I grew up witchu, youse a sap

You ain't neva sold crack or bust a cap in ya life and you ain't no ThunderCat

You ain't built like that, matter a fact, youse a wienie, youse a trick

Been talkin and barkin and hatin and cuffcakin with them chicks

We revoke you're ghetto pass, suckas like you don't last

Neva write no check witcha mouth that ya ass can't cash

Neva make a deal with the Tass

Nigga where yo bread, pimpin where yo loot?

You ain't foolin nobody nigga, you ain't recoup

You ain't holdin weight on the soil patna, you out to loot

You show yo face on the soil and I bet they shoot

Ain't no lump in my throat, pimpin I ain't notice you, just a bunch of shoo shooin and a bunch of lip service (lip service)

You switched sides and run with the otha crew

But don't be surprised when them niggas they turn on you

Much shakin, too much hatin (hatin)

I'm gonna show demolation

Talkin about what they can do, but they do nothing

Talk Hard, but don't do shit (ay ho ay ho)

(Jamaican Patois)

(ay ho ay ho)