One time
You know who it is
You know who it is
Mo B
Yes sir
Yes sir
What you know about it?
Hell yeah
Well I'm just gon' tell you
We 'bout that talkin' homeboy
We'll do it
And all that actin' you doin'
We see through it
All hollerin' and screamin'
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Now see, my rap reflect the inner me
Passion of positive energy
Songs all about killin', it don't inspire me
Sippin' my liquor, don't choose it wisely
But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you
Now look in my eye and tell what I do
The majority of niggas know I'm true
Forgot niggas, niggas, that's one of you
I know how it go, I done been out there before
Heard these got niggas droppin' the flow
Stomped niggas down, they don't want no more
Now there's a Polo straight out the store
Some grow, some just can't let it go
I might laugh and joke, but I let 'em know
I'm the same motherfucker I was ready for
And I'll still do it, I had it there for sure
And I don't like to feel like I'm bein' tried
I ain't bulletproof, this nigga done died
But I damn sure ain't finna go and hide
I got one on me, I got to ride
And I ain't tryin' to say I got all the game
Or got fame, but a million I can't claim
Respect me player, I do the same
'Cause neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim
Well I'm just gon' tell you
We 'bout that talkin' homeboy
We'll do it
And all that actin' you doin'
We see through it
All hollerin' and screamin'
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
Handle your business player
Devoted to the game and don't cut
Throw ways and get you paid in full
Pull a rabbit out the hat trick
Magical quick, slick, it's like a four pick
Um, imagine how the money so big
It's 'bout to look like a pig
Get your pig from high
You remind me of swine with your fat nose
Suckin' your balls and pet, pet that shawty
Lame with your game
Put it all on the table
Got your label and your best car
Thinkin' 'bout a car lookin' hard
Throwin' your G's for the racks and stacks
I'm like a head with the hat
Show your niggas on it, macaroni
Commercialized suckers lookin' like busters
I ride for the kids, queens and my motherfuckin' team
Sparkin' the night, uh
We 'bout to fight haters
Duplicated, cuttin' these fools
Stack it up together, hot as a caliber
You want it? Get to it, what?
Ayy lookie here, pass me my
Uh, pass me my
Uh, uh, pass me my
Uh, uh, pass me my nine
Well I'm just gon' tell you
We 'bout that talkin' homeboy
We'll do it
And all that actin' you doin'
We see through it
All hollerin' and screamin'
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
They out in the street makin' you feel like a real G
But we Georgia finest, off Fulton County feet
You still puttin' things up in your mouth
'Cause you been pacified since you was knee high
All your life in school, that's the reason why
You couldn't learn nothin', run at the tender age of eighteen
Books no longer hold your attention span
Short term, but you can sure 'nough count that green
Some things you just can't coach
Don't sang it, brang it
I usually cart me at least one fool a game
You can only fathom pain
I don't have to, but don't let me get on a case
'Cause this drank leak to my heart
Elevate to my brain
Make you wanna walk that plank
You better swim motherfucker
'Cause bullshit don't float
Don't float, uh, what?
2EC, you remind me of this goat
That I had 'bout the half of a ten a ten a ten
Curried over some yellow rice
You can't do shit
Might as well hit the graveyard shift
Somewhere at McDonald's for a burger kill
Reputation spilled over some hands
Nobody cares
And we do this, hold that grip, leather chairs
Well I'm just gon' tell you
We 'bout that talkin' homeboy
We'll do it
And all that actin' you doin'
We see through it
All hollerin' and screamin'
Let's get to it
Let's get to it
I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out
Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth
Took out on the spot
Bodies with no head, no legs, no feet
Left 'em out in the open scopin' that ass out for weeks
Never speakin', bustin', breakin' brains
Berettas brought the rain
Back and forth, trigger action, snatch it up, load it up
Hit the door, got a call, yo he at the mall
Fuck it all, hit him one, two, three times
I was scared the first shot
But liked the second and third
Left 'em hollerin' and screamin'
Dreamin' for another chance to live
Had to up yesterday, but today is mine
Bust your ass one more time for the niggas on the grind
Close your eyes
Well I'm just gon' tell you
We 'bout that talkin' homeboy
We'll do it