U-God
U-God - I'm Talkin' To You lyrics
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[U-God] I'm that warlord that's out for the gold Let your scandal leak out, now your cover gets blowned Shit ain't sweet, son, my mind stays grown The thirst alone, makes me, burst my chrome It hurts when I see you, you're my first clone But, daddy's home on some violator shit We annihilator, out the alligator pits Show 'em your strength, breathe easy on them hits Niggaz get rich, with homes on they head Throw me in the streets, that's where our grown men bred On the corner with the dred, dusty Leon Fatman in jail, five hundred pound penitentiary still From the Hills, slapped on the scale High honor, Shaolin bomber With the rockstar persona, connect with the largest You play me, you payin' fifty cent chargers Put this log in your noggin, he's on a rampage Cuz he keeps charging, fuck all the arguing Like bitches, ain't no I in team That's why we can't get the riches, play your position, nigga [Chorus x2: U-God] Yeah, I'm talkin' to you... Yeah, I'm talkin' to you... [U-God] On my solo destiny, try to shit on me When I break you chains, all you lames gonna plead Greed and lie just to get what you need Feed off my rhymes and my recipe Can you see that my eyes, I need an extra squeeze Or a Beck's to relieve all the stress you need Stop testing me, then set me free The street fatigue, two keys and a jeep Buckshot, nine niggaz tried to replace me I'm a prime time figure to the next degree Now it's bye-bye, nigga, too weak to play deep Afraid in your sleep, up the charts I creep Monologues I speak, stay blowin' out the nostril Inside you're weak, portrayin' that you're hostile Swallow your pride, keep my name out your tonsils I bury you, til they, find your fossil The rap O.J., in the dusty Bronco Bang on my chest like the King of Kongo You and your brother is a dirty combo You bird ass niggaz, catch thirty, pronto [Chorus x2] [U-God] Big ballers never quit, what can you tell me But a belly full of lies, stranded on a battlefield Too many times, with nickel and dime rhyme One of your best killers, you know that I feel this Pushin' near my weakness, just Air Max sneakers Keep feedin' lyrics on big ol' speakers Peep that performer on the humble, I'm comin' for you Watch these young boys rumble, what you gonna do? [Chorus x2]