Killer Mike feat. Key Glock & Project Pat -
Michael & The Mighty Midnight Revival, Songs For Sinners And Saints
STILL TALK’N THAT SHIT
All the player haters who
Been talkin' that shit
(South Memphis' finest)
All the, all the player haters
Who been talkin' that shit
Glizock
Niggas cappin' rappin'
All that broke ass shit (Yeah)
I never beefed about a
Ho 'cause that's some
Ho-ass shit (Yeah)
I'm never lackin', never
Catch me with a broke-ass bitch (Never)
They call me, "Glock"
And I keep one
You should know that shit (Let's go)
I got this other nigga bitch
Tryna throat my dick
I took a look in the mirror and said
"Stay on your shit"
I took a look in the mirror and said
"Stay on your grind"
Yeah, I be ballin' on these
Fuck niggas all the time
Can't chase a bitch 'cause I'm
Chasin' dollar signs (Dollar signs)
Got twelve whips and all twelve them bitches mine (Bitches mine)
Got twelve whips and ain't none them bitches leased
(Ain't none them bitches leased)
I'm sippin' Texas
Rest in peace to Pimp C (Pimp C)
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you
This for all you player haters
Who be talkin' that shit
(Talkin' that shit)
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This for all you player haters
Who be talkin' that shit
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Dedicated to you pussy niggas
Bitches with ya
Doctor jammin', mister, mister
You still a nigga and you a niggress
Actin' like you gon' be master
Mistress
Bad-mouthin' on a Black man
I hear went in
And I don't know what you
Think this is, but bitch, this pimpin'
You gon' respect me like the
Democrats do big Clinton
You gon' respect me like a
Motherfuckin' Grammy winner
Like I cooked your favorite rapper
Like a granny dinner (Yeah)
I been looked at, I been followed
I been suspected (Yeah)
Used and abused, I been accused
Bitch, I been arrested
And if a nigga know some secrets
Bitch, I ain't tellin'
I finally get it, all my haters
They was just jealous
They wrote they papers
Gave they speeches
No one gave a fuck
I walk in a room and smile
And applause erupts
Fuck you, fuckin' pussy, fuck you
I would hate me too
'Cause you ain't never seen a
Nigga do the shit I do
That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall
I'm in attendance at the player's
And the mayor's ball
Been talkin' that shit
(South Memphis' finest)
All the, all the player haters
Who been talkin' that shit
Glizock
Niggas cappin' rappin'
All that broke ass shit (Yeah)
I never beefed about a
Ho 'cause that's some
Ho-ass shit (Yeah)
I'm never lackin', never
Catch me with a broke-ass bitch (Never)
They call me, "Glock"
And I keep one
You should know that shit (Let's go)
I got this other nigga bitch
Tryna throat my dick
I took a look in the mirror and said
"Stay on your shit"
I took a look in the mirror and said
"Stay on your grind"
Yeah, I be ballin' on these
Fuck niggas all the time
Can't chase a bitch 'cause I'm
Chasin' dollar signs (Dollar signs)
Got twelve whips and all twelve them bitches mine (Bitches mine)
Got twelve whips and ain't none them bitches leased
(Ain't none them bitches leased)
I'm sippin' Texas
Rest in peace to Pimp C (Pimp C)
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you
This for all you player haters
Who be talkin' that shit
(Talkin' that shit)
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This for all you player haters
Who be talkin' that shit
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Dedicated to you pussy niggas
Bitches with ya
Doctor jammin', mister, mister
You still a nigga and you a niggress
Actin' like you gon' be master
Mistress
Bad-mouthin' on a Black man
I hear went in
And I don't know what you
Think this is, but bitch, this pimpin'
You gon' respect me like the
Democrats do big Clinton
You gon' respect me like a
Motherfuckin' Grammy winner
Like I cooked your favorite rapper
Like a granny dinner (Yeah)
I been looked at, I been followed
I been suspected (Yeah)
Used and abused, I been accused
Bitch, I been arrested
And if a nigga know some secrets
Bitch, I ain't tellin'
I finally get it, all my haters
They was just jealous
They wrote they papers
Gave they speeches
No one gave a fuck
I walk in a room and smile
And applause erupts
Fuck you, fuckin' pussy, fuck you
I would hate me too
'Cause you ain't never seen a
Nigga do the shit I do
That take that street shit and that scholarship, and run a mall
I'm in attendance at the player's
And the mayor's ball
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Beauregard, Michael Render, Tim Moore
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Other Album Tracks
- BUSSIN BRICKS INTRO
- NOBODY KNOWS
- HUMBLE ME
- HIGHER LEVEL
- EXIT 9 (SCENIC ROUTE)
- LORD PREPARE ME (feat. JANE HANDCOCK & Adonica Nunn)
- SLUMMER 4 JUNKIES
- HAD TO GO GET IT
- ’97 3-6 FREESTYLE
- STILL TALK’N THAT SHIT
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