Talk Ya Ass Off lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?

[Verse 1: D.J. Paul]
Talkin' ya ass off? n*gga, let's see what you can do
When I got my glizzock pressed up at your nappy ass head
Don't say it wasn't you, fool
Shootin' on yo sissy b*tch ass, it's easy, no need to get emotional
'Cause first of all everything is business, ain't sh*t personal
A hundred times I caught your ass slippin'
All high off the drugs I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off
With the tech 9, but you don't hear it
Trying to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you
c*ckin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel
Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter
Go to the funeral, 'cause some sh*t like that it's straight to me
Ridin' in the land with yo folks 'til you tried to play me
b*tch, I don't f*ck around, I'll put your ass underground
You know you good as gone when you hear the (gunshots) sound
You run your mouth, but eventually you'll have to pay the cost
For talkin' your funky ass off, busta'!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't

[Verse 2: D.J. Paul]
Now n*ggas always talking that f*ckin' sh*t
Sayin' what they do but never doin' it
Talkin' ya ass off? I'm blowin' yo ass off, there's nothin' to it
I got a tech that'll take yo' ass out
And if you don't believe me just try me
I bet your sissy ass get ran up by the Triple 6 Mafia
Got you fools, petty fools complain, oh, come the Scarecrow
With the sh*t, all of us packin' the thangs
And my n*ggas down, my n*ggas down to clown
Oh you? Oh you too? You don't have a f*cking clue, fool
You just talk a lot of sh*t, but sh*t don't impress me
You better bring it on if you willin' to try and even test me
A vest see can never even save you when I start to bust
Automatic rounds coming at you from every end, watch your head bust!
Da Killaman, DJ Paul is rollin' with the Serial Killaz
Lord Infamous and Napoleon got fingers on the triggers
And all real n*ggas take care they business, that's boss!
And bullsh*t bustas talk they ass off!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it up?
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Don't-Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothaf*ckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't