Done Talkin’ lyrics

by

Royce da 5'9"


[Intro]:
Yeah, I got one problem, that's alcohol, a n*gga or a b*tch ain't one

[Verse]:
Yeah I'm done talkin, I converse with guns sparkin'
Chop ya whole crew up and put y'all in one coffin
Pull up in somethin awesome
Valet should pay to park it
A motherless God made me when he created arson
Keep bustin' until they all gone
I'm triple w dot murder, log on
A lot of mouth on these rap n*ggas a lot of doubt me
A bunch of lame ass n*ggas, soundin like Roger Troutman
You need to look at my track record I'm spazz happy
I heard a well known fag just took a jab at me
Yeah you already know what I do to fools
So when I see you I ain't gon' be in the Muzik Mood
Get you stomped good
Take ya ho and turn her to a overnight celebrity like that n*gga that punched Suge
Don't gotta thank the player
You welcome to Detroit
The city that you can't compare with the gangsta mayor
You wet you ain't the sprayer
f*ck what ya TV say
Them ain't no real D n*ggas snitchin on DEA
The topic of your discussion is my release date
Bottle after bottle I drink till I can't see straight
n*ggas quit askin me questions about Ca$his
As long as he's still signed with my n*gga Shady, he's straight
I ain't got no problem wit him, but I will promise this
Next n*gga throwing my name around I'mma kill him
I got a lot to spend, spent so much time putting cheese on my enemies
I forgot to watch my friends
Thought I was already covered until I found out
My n*gga Tre Little was loyal as R. Kelly's brother
They say you talk about rappers whatever you do
I like to talk about pus*y like Devin The Dude
Getting this sh*t is fun
Me you don't expect to run
Ain't gotta respect me, just don't disrespect my gun
I came in and dude fled from the boxing match
He ran like a huge head in a stocking cap
You little n*ggas keep cool
Cause I eat dudes
When I see you shrimp n*ggas all I do is seafood/see food
Lord, f*ck a boss I'mma God
Parked outside a muthaf*cka's house ain't a homicide
Them n*ggas you got in your car say they down to ride
His tongue cool, but evidently his Llama tired
BOP
Y'all can doubt me
This long legged clip walking out be the only thing POP about me
Who could stop me?
I hit him like I'm Luca Brasi
So many b*tches on my di*k n*gga Luke would jock me
Who the sickest sh*t to spit?
Is it me or is it triggers?
Cause you ain't comparing me to any n*gga
Any Wayne, any Jigga we can bang
Any figure we can bet
I will slang any n*gga you can check
Who the best?
Now until any volunteer DJ wanna give me play
Meantime you can sweat
I come to your set
n*gga I don't give a f*ck
You Raisin Bran ass n*ggas sound shriveled up
The price you gotta pay, doin what them dollars say
Happy Bar Exam 2 b*tch, it's a holiday
The price you gotta pay, doin what them dollars say
Happy Bar Exam 2 b*tch, it's a holiday
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