[Intro: DJ Paul]

Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off

Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off

Talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off (Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity (Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and wa-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity ('Mosity, 'mosity, 'mosity)

[Interlude: DJ Paul]

And now, the Skinny Nigga (The Skinny Nigga, Skinny Nigga)

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]

Niggas claim they robbin', motherfucker, where yo' evidence?

I can't even tell you comin' clean, takin' petty shit

Stickin' up McDonalds, what the fuck you get, some burgers?

Buster-ass nigga never shot or fuckin' murdered

I'm kickin' in the door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys

Then I might kidnap the trick if I think he got some more G's

Put 'em in the backseat, barrel pointed to his face

I'm knowin' this nigga snitchin', so I increase the fuckin' murder rate

Then I hit the Bump', turn, make indo chicken chokin', thinkin' of a plot

Then I grip the bloody body to a motherfuckin' muddy spot

Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em

I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em

Start back bumpin' Willie, really though, ho

We leave 'em funky

Run your mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 2-11 on you tricks, 1-8-7 so legit, fuckin' hit

Monkey-ass niggas on bananas like to slip a lot

Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash spot, trick

(Trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick)

[Chorus: DJ Paul]

(Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity (Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and wa-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity

[Bridge: Scarface & DJ Paul]

Pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and—

Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends, shoots down all the fiends

(And now, the Killa Man)

[Bridge: DJ Paul]

Yo what's up now partner? *gun shots*

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]

Keep runnin' yo' mouth, nigga, let's see what'll happen

Don't talk shit while you be rappin', just prove it with the scrap

And if you wonderin' how the Killa Man kill a man

Come in his face, and watch that 4-5 Glock blowin' your ass to outer space

Bitch, I don't fuck around, but nigga, you don't hear me, though

I clown like Bozo with a chrome .44, forty-four niggas in my crew say they will kill you slow

Another eighty-five say they get rid of your ass fast with slugs, so

I set your ass up for a mean-ass murder stroll

Send a freak to fuck you with a bomb in her pussy hole

It's so easy for the Triple 6 to take you out

You think you know what we about, but you don't know what we about

And to all you niggas that's thinkin' that we smokin' junts out the ghetto, we gotta be cool

I'll stick you like a real devil that I am, and stab you in your back, fizzool

So smooth, huntin' down a female, cannibal king

Demons in my soul, exorcist my thoughts, murder in my dreams

(Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams)

[Outro: DJ Paul & Scarface]

(Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity

Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off

Talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off

Talk yo' ass-talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off, talk yo' ass off (Talk yo' ass off)

And wa-and-and watch that shit you talkin' of be put to an end, trick (Talk yo' ass off)

Talk-talkin' on your tape, and sing you got some animosity

(Pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and, pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends

Shoots down all the fiends, fiends, fiends, fiends, fiends)

[Outro: A-Wax, O-Dog, Caine, Waitress, (Lloyd)]

Y'all niggas hurry up

Go in there and buck them niggas and get the fuck out

And don't be playin'

Dog, Caine, you hear what I'm sayin'?

Kill them niggas and get the fuck back, so we can start ballin'

I'ma be chillin' right here

Ay, nigga, I wanna know is you ready to do this shit?

Is you ready to do this shit or what, mothafucka?

Man, don't be actin like no pussy

When we get the fuck out there

That's why y'all need to be in the goddamn house

You know you gotta curfew

(Why don't you make us or get us a mothafuckin' burger or something, stupid ass bitch!)

Fuck you, nigga, it's time for both of y'all to go, okay?

Go home to ya mammies, okay?

Yeah, nigga, break fool *gunshots*

Bitch, shut the fuck up before we blast yo ass, too

Shut the fuck up

Ay, homie, you need some help? *gunshots*

Punk ass nigga, come on, niggas

I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good

But it really didn't make me feel anything

I just knew that I could kill somebody

And if I had to, I could do it again