People Talkin

Lyrics

[Crowd cheering and chanting "Mobb Deep"] [Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample & Prodigy] Like finding feathers on a housecat, heh Like searching for a needle in a haystack [?] [?] [?] [?] G-Unit Mobb Deep [Chorus: Johnny "Guitar" Watson sample & Prodigy] I hear the people talk Whistling when you walk Your kind is hard (And it's on) to find Darling, I'm glad you're mine (You know what?) I hear the people talk Whistling when you walk (Yo check this shit out right here man) Your kind is hard to find (Yeah) Darling, I'm glad you're mine [Verse: Prodigy] Man look at how the tables turned, you fucked up now I got more money and I got more power, I got more fans Cause nigga you soft, nigga you talk big, but got a lil set of balls We don't spray mace over here We spray Llams, 22 shots, assassinator bullet, shit'll bounce around yo brain and land in your stomach Shit won't even make the news, all we hear is nuttin' Rap niggas runnin' 'round Tryna team up 'cause the Unit is so strong they can't beat us They used to be [?], they used to be the shit 'till P got promoted to the best there is I made it to the other side, so king me nigga They think it's a game, 'till my gun rain on them niggas How y'all gon' sell records, with P runnin' 'round with millions of dollars and fire for miles, they don't want you no more Your shit is wack Fuck outta here, now how you gon' come back wit a suit A throwback or maybe a kufi? Get some Neptune beats maybe that shit'll do it Cause Mobb, Deep is makin' you look bad Blood Money soon come, nigga you a wrap Your bitch, see me all in the new videos Eytime she blink I'm on the radio I'm the talk of the hood and it's drivin' 'em sick I'm the new rich nigga all the hoes wanna riff 50 Cent saved me not Jesus Christ Ask Ma$e and M.O.P., for him P'll die [Outro: Prodigy] Muhfuckin' right I just wanna take this time out To give it up to the big boss (Yeah) Curtis "Interscope" Jackson Just gimme the word my nigga Spider Loc, Olivia, Young Buck, Banks (Uhh) H Yayo (Yeah) What up dun? And it's on again Know I'm sayin', get off (Yeah) our nuts (Yeah, yeah) Fuck outta here with all that bullshit, man (Yo light up, son) Nah I ain't gon' kill ya Whoo Kid Shoot that piece of shit