Don’t Talk About It

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, niggas goin' down like a toilet flushes I'm talkin' shit like a high-school chick in the back of ghetto-routed busses I multiply while you on plusses Reppin' broke niggas with no crutches On hot days, I'm like slushies - cool you down Can you rhyme without a cuss Think this blackhead gon' turn to a whitehead and bust You mad 'cause your trick blush at the sight of us We hotter than y'all - that's why you niggas ain't likin' us But you don't frighten us - up and up, start fightin' us And we'll see you be bitin' dust - can you say a rhyme to enlighten us? Now, we gon' ride this wave like a brush And turn your mouth into mush - a gag order, shh, hush [Hook] All that hardcore shit? Yo, we gon' see about it Don't talk about it, son, be about it With all that [?], yo, we gon' see about it Don't talk about it, son, be about it [Verse 2] What I gave y'all before was just a fraction I'm not about the talk, I'm about the action Not about the ice [?]nice go pause[?] in the fashion I'm about career and shit, and long-lastin' Puncturin' MCs' lungs and leave 'em gaspin' Crashin' has-beens like skiers up in Aspen Rock yo block here's an Aspirin for askin' Tryna move to the Benjamins but I'm still up on the Jacksons Sippin' E&J to get the cream like askin' I do it for the love, and I do it for the passion And for you fools, I got tools like a craftsman I get you wet without the water even splashin' [Hook] All that hardcore shit? Yo, we gon' see about it Don't talk about it, son, be about it With all that [?], yo, we gon' see about it Don't talk about it, son, be about it [Verse 3] Ed O.G. be number one like Preemo - wanna bet like a casino? Indie folk or amigos, they'll be comin' like El Nino For my wifey, moms, or bambino Rep attorney style like the general named Janet Reno You local small stars and small bars Could never ever Converse with All Stars You like a bee without a stinger When you point the finger, that's when we got beef like Jerry Springer I get the payoff for hard work Boston niggas beatin' up entertainers at they own concerts Give me a shot and I'mma score [?] Ave. 194 I was raised on the third floor But anyways, Ed O.G. be [?] I'mma hit you with these rhymes, [?]