Talk Yo Ass Off (Remix) (Bonus Track)

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off Talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and wa-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity ('Mosity, 'mosity, 'mosity) [Interlude: DJ Paul] And now, the Skinny Nigga (The Skinny Nigga, Skinny Nigga) [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Niggas claim they robbin', motherfucker, where yo' evidence? I can't even tell you comin' clean, takin' petty shit Stickin' up McDonalds, what the fuck you get, some burgers? Buster-ass nigga never shot or fuckin' murdered I'm kickin' in the door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys Then I might kidnap the trick if I think he got some more G's Put 'em in the backseat, barrel pointed to his face I'm knowin' this nigga snitchin', so I increase the fuckin' murder rate Then I hit the Bump', turn, make indo chicken chokin', thinkin' of a plot Then I grip the bloody body to a motherfuckin' muddy spot Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em Start back bumpin' Willie, really though, ho, we leave 'em funky Run your mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 2-11 on you tricks, 1-8-7 so legit, fuckin' hit Monkey-ass niggas on bananas like to slip a lot Put 'em in a ho-spot, take me to the stash pot, trick (Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick) [Chorus: DJ Paul] (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and wa-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity [Bridge: Scarface & DJ Paul] Pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and— Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends, shoots down all the fiends (And now, the Killa Man) [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Keep runnin' yo' mouth, nigga, let's see what'll happen Don't talk shit while you be rappin', just prove it with the scrap And if you wonderin' how the Killa Man kill a man Come in his face, and watch that 4-5 Glock blowin' your ass to outer space Bitch, I don't fuck around, but nigga, you don't hear me, though I clown like Bozo with a chrome .44, forty-four niggas in my crew say they will kill you slow Another eighty-five say they get rid of your ass fast with slugs, so I set your ass up for a mean-ass murder stroll Send a freak to fuck you with a bomb in her pussy hole It's so easy for the Triple 6 to take you out You think you know what we about, but you don't know what we about And to all you niggas that's thinkin' that we smokin' junts out the ghetto, we gotta be cool I'll stick you like a real devil that I am, and stab you in your back, fizzool So smooth, huntin' down a female, cannibal king Demons in my soul, exorcist my thoughts, murder in my dreams (Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams) [Outro: DJ Paul & Scarface] (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off Talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off (Talk yo' ass off) And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off) Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity (Pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends Shoots down all the fiends, fiends, fiends, fiends, fiends)