Stop Talkin’ Bout me By:lil mike ft.rayray3x If you want some bomb sticky trees Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese Servin every junkie' can't let nothing pass Where I'm from, any day can be your last And say a rhyme, either long or quick Know that I feel with this hustlin' two thousand trick, Wit the Books, oops tutz, I used to live on Bedford Clap one have you grabbing your chest, like Fred Sanford And apparently you can't wear your heart on your sleeve When World War 3 come, it's time to leave Take the safety off and pop it in your bank, like Fear for your life, we steal ice, peel on bike Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles What you tryin to pull? Eatin us like cannibals Till it's little and then he multiplies the little you have Cross my heart, and hope to die, is on my grave We just can't seem to make it right no more He ran with his man from the second floor I got an idea, give me a minute Brooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at? My niggas locked down doin state, did you rumble? I inherited this, we all inherit the trouble And best believe girl the car ain't stolen! We're preparing a path for the children of Babylon Jumpin out the 'Lac truck, holla back what's good? Bust bout nine nuts last night, and still in the mood Lookin' out the window, at the ships, dock at the bay Keep em on they toes, word up, like ballet Well, I've been rhyming since '84 when I was a child This typical mythical style in the West is gettin Wild Chile y peru alli estan en la zona Twelve ride by, boy it's hotter than Daytona And everybody that you meet is a potential friend You oughta be able to pick up your pen and defend Kanye West rap niggaz, have 'em spittin' through the wire Eh-yo, spit fire, rapid fire, guns for hire You'll end up with no pussy, no pussy I'ma show you how Cleveland's finest be It's just me and my walkman What the fuck is going on man Finally overseas, I sneak in the mattress ...tell 'em write this important message to Cypress... If you wanna be free, released from the unrest Out of control, rollin with War or the big guest If I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrong Best believe Ren will rock the shit all night long But can't find a sample from beats to the rhyme Shout out to the Clipse, they kept it on time Half radish for half of the cabbage When junkies smoked dope and murder was average You just need a little bit more to solve 'em Some are not confined to a portable stem