Evil Dee - Niguz Talk sh** lyrics

[Buckshot] Somebody call the morgue, I just caught a DOA Two to the head, I shot the b**h in broad day No joke, I smoke gunshots you heard from blocks and blocks I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks sh**, k**ing every n***a in sight Bust a cap and crack a joke over your grave like Dolemite Cause I'm a sick-a** n***a with no brains Burst in flames, turn the mic into blood stains Any thought I think, you blink and drink d**h So I rip the mic and pat my n***a to the left 5ft. Accelerator, greater than your crew Bring in your whole mob, motherf**er, you're still through Yo n***a, where's my four-fifth? I got more riff for any p**y n***as to forfeit Bring it on, what, I got no shame Buckshot's in the house and you know my name [Hook] n***as talk sh** but that ain't my steel' n***as talk sh** but that ain't my steel' n***as talk sh** but that ain't my steel' I'm the type of n***a to put lead in your grill (x2) [Buckshot] Slow it down one pitch for that ho with the lick Pa** the automatic, I'm about to flip And spray n***as with my vocal loco B comes express Lead to the chest penetrate through the vest And when I roll mad deep n***as back off f**ing with Buckshot it's blood you cough I don't laugh or joke, I never choke on a blunt But I choke a stunt if it's beef she want So bring the motherf**ing arrow and I play Rambo When I shoot the crossbow inside the ho And her n***a, triggers I'm addicted to Like angel dust I bust holes in your crew You're wack, face the fact, you're all on my jock To the um tic-toc, I don't pop So yo make way so I can make my debut I'm funky but you're Pepe Le Pew [Hook] [Buckshot] Watch your mouth, n***a, I heard you're talking mad sh** If you're really on my dick, bend, take a lick Here's your choice cause my voice'll break backbones and necks Who's next to flex and feel the wrath of my Tec I spray, no delay, more jabs than Sugar Ray I murder then I drop dead bodies in the bay Beats with mad funk, pop the trunk Play my tape while you lay back, puff the skunk I'm no joke, I flip the script like De Niro I'm a four course meal, you're a one dollar Hero I'm sorta like the mob when I get the job done Contracts and all that, guns, guns So stay the f** back or feel the heat from my gat Buckshot Shorty, see I always stay strapped With the nickel nine on my motherf**ing waistline b**h, you know my name, bring it in [Hook]