Cousin Stizz, Jeff Replay - Talk lyrics

This for the people
Follow and I'll lead you
Don't let em' decieve you
These niggas is see-through
They claim to be kings
But these niggas is regal
And my trap is lethal
Everything we do illegal

This for the people
Follow and I'll lead you
Don't let em' decieve you
These niggas is see-through
They claim to be kings
But these niggas is regal
And my trap is lethal
Everything we do illegal

Cold as an igloo
In this game ain't no re-dos'
So you can't pull the wool over my eyes
Like a playbook ima' read you
I don't believe you
Can't trust you as far as I'll heave you
Ya'll rockin cheap suits
All of my niggas in mink suits
I got me some gold teeth
Now I think I need some rings too
I got me a new plug
Impressed by the way that them things move
I need me a new drug
Was smoking before it became cool
But y'all be so into fads
You do what I do like my name is dad
I knew it, I knew it, you niggas gassed
That whole crew that you with
Them niggas ass
You blew it, you too into chitter-chat
Maneuver, maneuver, then get it back
I do it so fluent when in the trap
I school you cause' you need a piggy back
I still be smoking on the sticky pack
I handle all problems, no tick for tacks
Fuck is you lookin' at
Put you on game then I took it back
I'm on my grown man ain't no rookie raps
I drive with more bars then I hook it back
We ain't have no lights in the crooked trap
I styled these rhymes while they cookin crack
I didn't finesse I just took his pack
Pulled out the strap he was shook with that

This for the people
Follow and I'll lead you
Don't let em' decieve you
These niggas is see-through
They claim to be kings
But these niggas is regal
And my trap is lethal
Everything we do illegal

This for the people
Follow and I'll lead you
Don't let em' decieve you
These niggas is see-through
They claim to be kings
But these niggas is regal
And my trap is lethal
Everything we do illegal

These niggas ain't really my niggas
Forget em' but never forgive em
They showin a few of my symptoms
I just been fillin' perscriptions
Servin' that work out the rental
Slurrin' my words [?]
Shoutout to the money from ya' slut
She just met me she gon' give it up
These shawties' fuckin for a mention bruh
I done rapped it then I lived it bruh
Had a taste now I can't get enough
They gone talk but tell em give it up
Who the fuck is you kiddin bruh? Thought you
Was on with a half a pack
Half you wack and nigga that's a fact
Me and my nigga brought rappin' back
Who the fuck is you rappin at
We all got shooters until the rack
And they come and move you
To boost they stats
Dunk on ya' partner then shimmy back
Translation hop out like gimme that
Hangin outside of that mini van
Whispers of death come from any man
But I still walk through my city man