Artist: PeeWee Longway Album: Mr. Blue Benjamin Song: Nothing Else to Talk About Typed by: AZ Lyrics On with that shit my nigga, on with that shit [Chorus: PeeWee Longway] We ain't got nothing else to talk about Thats why let the choppa shoot it out We ain't got nothing else to talk about Put a bag on ya head four cutie pies We ain't got nothing else to talk about Molly keep that bitch occupied On with that shit gon let it ride Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad Shoot em in the back like ruger Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof Gon hit his ass down on business You gone fuck around get your shooter shot Face on the milk cart missin' Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary Whole hundred round in it I guess its bout that time a nigga start killin' Did a whole lotta dealin' Egg Beater beat the pocket rocket bear boy Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George Boys in the hood trap them bags on the porch Balenciaga, my momma said keep that pistol Puss ass nigga hit his ass in the kisser Dress him up and put him in a strap Bruce jenner I ain't got that type of comin' out the kennel I'm let my little homie eat you up for dinner Calaso mob ties with real mob ass niggas Catch him in the alley gun him down like Ricky Bonnets on his head hit em with the dick my nigga From the other side playing with the chop in the trenches I had to dust it off these niggas out here whisperin' Reverse the clip hit a hundred in a minute Got a 22 gone change out your issue Four cuties that will get' em out his feelings I gotta dope trigger finger itchin' Put a rock on a shooter he get a sniper vision Keep a hammer on my hip like I'm Bob the Builder Makin' Juugs outta bitch like a body builder I'm a grown man y'all all children Got em' finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams [Chorus: PeeWee Longway] On with that shit my nigga, on with that shit We ain't got nothing else to talk about Thats why let the choppa shoot it out We ain't got nothing else to talk about Put a bag on ya head for a cutie pie We ain't got nothing else to talk about Molly keep that bitch occupied On with that shit gon let it ride Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad Shoot em in the back like ruger Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof Gon hit his ass down on business (pew-pew) You gone fuck around get your shooter shot Face on the milk cart missin' Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentiary Whole hundred in a minute Dirty Chopper came with homicides Full of bodies, fuck it, still shoot it Snipers in my trunk on top of the roof Whip up a brick, watch me turn it to two I'm with the bullshit, fuck your crew Pour my Tuss in Double Cups Dressed up in blue with the tommy gun Handgun came with a Cinnabon We ain't got none else to talk about Got GPS Bullets gone find yo location Hop out and pop it they dreaded like Haitians Put a curfew on your block like I'm on probation Throwin' up the hood like a Mason Mr. Blue Benjamin paid for the case Jackie Tan whip it in the pan, saw you Ricki Lake A boot of molly get your shooter shot Boys in the hood bandana like Pac But Cutie Pies get you First 48 Yellow Tape it closed, casket your face Momma yellin' KID yo baby Pull up shooting' Houdini in a Blue Mercedes Bangin' Blue Ray like I'm in the 80's Let my bitch shoot the stick call her Tony Ray Send a hit at you pricks call me Longway Barbosa (Longway Bitch)