Talk About It

Lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Talk about it You don't live it, you talk about it Uh, talk about it You don't live it, you talk about it Niggas talk it but ain't livin' it Woo! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Uh, read it and weep on em' His jewelry look cheap on 'em Them goons gone sleep on 'em Late night they gon' creep on 'em Man, talk 'bout it, the hood Talk about it, them guns Talk about it, them bitches Talk about it, your ones You don't live it, you just talk about it [Verse 1: Styles P] Countin' blood money in the telly I'm hangin' up talkin' drug money on the celly Nice whip, bigger houses Bitch ain't blind she she a nigga outfit Gangsta mobsta, I'm in the outfit Mafioso, Trey Ocho Either pays up or sprays up the po-po Your gangstas local, mine is bi-costal, rather worldwide I used to sling girl on my girl ride, hopin' that the world die Heart darker then Gotham Raised by wolves, this rich nigga's a problem Know about stardom, top down in Harlem Rock the Apollo, rocked out the Garden Milk white whip, I'm lactose intolerant Yeah, I'm a ghost but I got goons and goblins [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Uh, read it and weep on em' His jewelry look cheap on 'em Them goons gone sleep on 'em Late night they gon' creep on 'em Man, talk 'bout it, the hood Talk about it, them guns Talk about it, them bitches Talk about it, your ones You don't live it, you just talk about it [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Uh, yeah Talk about it, naw, be about it Inquirin' minds wanna know if he about it Nothin' can really go down unless he allow it 'Cause his arm in the hood is as strong as a ki of powder Next question is what it cook like though? And it sound good, but that ain't what it look like though Your life's a bitch and I can't wait to book that hoe I ain't no rapper, dawg, I'm a crook that flow Yo whip cost a half a mil, talk about it When you see my shit parked, walk around it You could just smell my weed and cough around it Ain't no need tryin' to leave, you're all surrounded You gon' learn the hell fire's real When the king talk, you can't tell sire to chill He'll have your body all in the ground with chalk around it And that's somethin' to talk about, so talk about it What's up? [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Uh, read it and weep on em' His jewelry look cheap on 'em Them goons gone sleep on 'em Late night they gon' creep on 'em Man, talk 'bout it, the hood Talk about it, them guns Talk about it, them bitches Talk about it, your ones You don't live it, you just talk about it [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Every verse you tell me what you buyin' Feel free to just stop lyin' You ain't get a deal yet, stop tryin' Why you goin' through her phone? Stop spyin' (She with me) Niggas talkin' it, it's unfortunate, you ain't poppin' nothin', nigga, put a cork in it I bagged up kilos for real I was in the street wavin' that steel Fightin' in the street they cut my nigga Bill When your homies die, it take time to heal I been hard as nail I swam with the whale I been had money, I just never had the sales Couple million sold, probably went gold The same chick you datin'll drink my whole load Don Don the great, nigga, I'm straight But why you on camera if you really movin' weight? Haah? [Chorus: Sheek Louch] Uh, read it and weep on em' His jewelry look cheap on 'em Them goons gone sleep on 'em Late night they gon' creep on 'em Man, talk 'bout it, the hood Talk about it, them guns Talk about it, them bitches Talk about it, your ones You don't live it, you just talk about it