Royce da 5'9" - Done Talkin' lyrics

Yeah, I got one problem, that's alcohol
A nigga or a bitch ain't one

Yeah I'm done talkin
I converse with guns sparkin'
Chop ya whole crew up and
Put y'all in one coffin
Pull up in somethin awesome
Valet should pay to park it
A motherless God made me
When he created arson
Keep bustin' until they all gone
I'm triple w dot murder, log on
A lot of mouth on these rap
Niggas a lot of doubt me
A bunch of lame ass niggas
Soundin like Roger Troutman
You need to look at my
Track record I'm spazz happy
I heard a well known fag just
Took a jab at me
Yeah you already know what I do to fools
So when I see you I ain't
Gon' be in the Muzik Mood
Get you stomped good
Take ya ho and turn her to a overnight
Celebrity like that nigga that punched Suge
Don't gotta thank the player
You welcome to Detroit
The city that you can't compare
With the gangsta mayor
You wet you ain't the sprayer
Fuck what ya TV say
Them ain't no real D niggas snitchin on DEA
The topic of your discussion
Is my release date
Bottle after bottle I drink till
I can't see straight
Niggas quit askin me questions about Ca$his
As long as he's still signed
With my nigga Shady, he's straight
I ain't got no problem wit him
But I will promise this
Next nigga throwing my name
Around I'mma kill him i got a lot to spend
Spent so much time putting
Cheese on my enemies
I forgot to watch my friends
Thought I was already covered
Until I found out
My nigga Tre Little was loyal
As R kelly's brother they say you talk about
Rappers whatever you do
I like to talk about pussy
Like Devin The Dude getting this shit is fun
Me you don't expect to run
Ain't gotta respect me
Just don't disrespect my gun
I came in and dude fled from the boxing match
He ran like a huge head in a stocking cap
You little niggas keep cool
Cause I eat dudes
When I see you shrimp niggas
All I do is seafood see food
Lord, fuck a boss I'mma God
Parked outside a muthafucka's house
Ain't a homicide
Them niggas you got in your car
Say they down to ride his tongue cool
But evidently his Llama tired bOP
Y'all can doubt me
This long legged clip walking out be
The only thing POP about me
Who could stop me?
I hit him like I'm Luca Brasi
So many bitches on my dick
Nigga Luke would jock me
Who the sickest shit to spit?
Is it me or is it triggers?
Cause you ain't comparing me to any nigga
Any Wayne, any Jigga we can bang
Any figure we can bet
I will slang any nigga you can check
Who the best?
Now until any volunteer DJ wanna give me play
Meantime you can sweat i come to your set
Nigga I don't give a fuck
You Raisin Bran ass niggas sound shriveled up
The price you gotta pay
Doin what them dollars say
Happy Bar Exam 2 bitch, it's a holiday
The price you gotta pay
Doin what them dollars say
Happy Bar Exam 2 bitch, it's a holiday