Artist: C-Note f/ E-Rock, G-Ride Album: Street Fame Song: Keep Talk'n Typed by: Lil Hustle [Hook] For all them niggaz, who keep talking that shit Hit him in his head, give his ass a soul kiss For all them niggaz, who keep talking that shit But you don't wanna fuck with this For all them niggaz, who keep talking that shit You know I represent, with this Screwed Up Click So go on nigga, keep talking that But you don't wanna fuck with this [C-Note] Nigga I'm dropping off, and picking up like I'm Pizza Hut Got them boys for ten bricks, now they piecing up I'm in this game, yeah I made it off of street fame Adding fuel to the fire, with my street name You niggaz do it sloppy, niggaz carbon copy I'm mobbing with the best, I'm staying down with Botany You niggaz mean mugging, acting like you hot as me Knowing damn well, I keep the strap on side of me When niggaz get to bumping, you know I get to dumping Bitch niggaz, act like you wanna start some'ing Act like you got a heart or some'ing I tell that hoe bitch you part of some'ing, and I ain't even fronting I smoke endo-do sweets, on a solo creep I put your ass in the trunk, like the throwedest beats I know you thinking, who put you up to this Knowing damn well, that you can't fuck with this [Hook] [E-Rock] Ay yo I'm stuck in this shit, and ain't no way that I can quit now I'm married to the game, this bitch got me on lockdown I'm serious dog, I don't really think you feel me Even if I exit out the game, they still wanna kill me Shit eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth Mo'fucker fuck with me, then I fuck with you Fuck with your crew, make it hard to sleep at night Got you thinking if Rock, gon' pay a visit that night Mob style, wake you up with a gun in your mouth Me and a couple of other killers, renegading your house Just standing there staring at you, without saying shit Got you scared as fuck, your life in suspense Only one thang on your mind, for sho' the reaper's coming You been running all your life, but this time it's no running And you woulda never guessed, in a million years the day that you die The last face that you'd see, would be mine [Hook] [G-Ride] I'm self sufficient staying wicked, hitting licks I'm in the kitchen Representing I be pimping, steady dipping on a mission 20 inches plenty bitches, simply flipping getting riches Empty clips in any snitches, who be tricking with my digits Nigga listen to this pimping, Southside for life You bumping gums licking numb, we gon' ride tonight I bleed blocks keep my heat cocked, keep a weed spot Can a bury G-Ride, C-Note E- Rock We drop bombs, niggaz got the game fucked up They making bullshit, they seen on the screens uncut And for what, to act just like you banking G's So motherfuck who you portray, or who you claim to be It ain't no easy way out, it's just choices to make Do the crime do the time, don't be fraud and fake Get your cakes baby pimping, never trust a bitch And all you evil eyed niggaz, you don't wanna fuck with this come on [Hook - 2x]