Niguz Talk Sh*t (Lp Version)

Niguz Talk Sh*t (Lp Version) - Black Moon

Somebody call the morgue,

I just caught a DOA

Two to the head,

I shot the b**ch in broad day

No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard

from blocks and blocks

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

Sh*t, killin every ni**a in sight

Bust a cap and crack a joke

over your grave like Dolemite

Cause I'm a sick-a**

ni**a with no brains

Burst in flames,

turn the mic into blood stains

Any thought I think,

you blink and drink death

So I rip the mic

and pat my ni**a to the left

5ft. Excellerator,

greater than your crew

Bring in your whole mob, muthaf**ka,

you're still through

Yo ni**a, where's my four-fifth?

I got more riff for any p**sy

niggas who forfeit

Bring it on, what, I got no shame

Buckshot's in the house

and you know my name

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill

Slow it down one pitch for

that hoe with the lick

Pass the automatic, I'm about to flip

And spray niggas with my vocal

Lead to the chest penetrate

through the vest

And when I roll mad deep

niggas back off

F**kin with Buckshot

it's blood you cough

I don't laugh or joke,

I never choke on a blunt

But I chocke a stunt

if it's beef she want

So bring the muthaf**kin arrow

and I play Rambo

When I shoot the crossbow

inside the hoe

And her ni**a,

triggers I'm addicted to

Like angel dust

I bust holes in your crew

You're wack, face the fact,

you're all on my jock

Till the ehm tic-toc,

I don't pop

So yo make way so I can make my day

I'm fonky but you're Pepe Le Pew

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill

Watch your mouth, ni**a,

I heard you're talkin mad sh*t

If you're really on my dick,

bend, take a lick

Here's your choice

cause my voice'll

break backbones and necks

Who's next to flex

and feel the wrath of my tec

I spray, no delay,

more jabs than Sugar Ray

I murder then I drop dead bodies

in the lake

Beats with mad funk,

pop the trunk

Play my tape while you lay back,

puff the skunk

I'm no joke,

I flip the script like De Niro

I'm a full-course meal,

you're a one-dollar Hero

I'm sorta like the mob

when I get a job done

Contracts and all that,

guns, guns

So stay the f**k back

or feel the heat from my gat

Buckshot Shorty, see,

I always stay strapped

With the nickel nine

on my muthaf**kin waistline

B**ch, you know my name,

bring it in

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

Niggas talk sh*t

but that ain't my steel'

I'm the type of ni**a

to put lead in your grill