
[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