360 (US) - Talk To 'Em lyrics

[Intro] Majik, I'm laughing at these n***as, too Cause I'm getting green, these n***as turning blue Catch your b**h on the ad-libs, n***a n***as to the bar [Verse 1] I make money like I make this music My bottom b**h resembles Stacey Dash as left from Clueless Got other hoes drooling Bring em together like they carpooling Give you some scriptures to my flow It's like the d** of music I keep my fans under influence Of a dope n***a I spit crack and sold coke, I'm a dope dealer I been realer since riding a Big Wheeler Flow hot as a chinchilla but cold as Brazil winters You n***as ain't even dinner, more like a beginner A appetizer, eat em, save em for later, wrap these guys up Leave a big tip, tell em like this: My dick only has room for a b**h to exist on it So dog, you can hop off Try to convince these other nerd n***as that you not soft Fronting like a top boss Putting bread and vodka in the microwave Is about the only way you'll pop off I'm me, and you're a me knockoff Now go and get your girl to blow my socks off I'll wait [Hook] Slow down Six, you're k**ing em Slow down Six, you're k**ing em [Verse 2] sh** about to get crazy like Lady Gaga mixed with Waka Flocka And the Dr. Kevorkian sticking forks in em Snitching to the fans, yeah I think he got some pork in him When it comes to that, I'm a m**m -- I don't talk to them Catch me with that white girl, though Every saint gotta sin So n***a, give me a brick, I'm going in like Lin Lift you up like light wind on Marilyn Monroe's white dress when she was standing over vents You rappers is kinda tense, got me feeling like a threat Talking sh** all on the Net But when you see me, it's, "Respect" f** up outta here, sacrificed a lot of years Blood, sweat, a lot of tears Studied all the pioneers The Nases, the Jiggas, the Biggies and the Pacs The local rapper on your block wondering when I'mma stop Never; yeah, I hear your raps, you kinda hot, I'm better We could place a wager, man, I got whatever What you wanna do? I should open up a school Teach you what not to do Here's the rules, let me drop some j**els One: don't be trying to sound like other n***as Two: how you bitter, but you follow me on Twitter? Okay, three: don't be out here trying to give out no advice When you ain't quite as nice and your sh** ain't going right I'm winning cause I don't make excuses Excuses is useless If I f** up, then so be it and I keep it moving At least I failed on my own You n***as so scared to fail, your music never left your home Don't be trying to take me out my zone My boys'll break your bones for a fresh pair of Foams, holmes (Hold up, these n***as trying to give you advice And none of these n***as is nicer than you) Always a n***a in your ear, trying to steer your career But it's weird, yeah, they ain't got the drive to steer theirs We're harder now; when you was back reclining, I was grinding out Shining like a diamond and you're not around But I know you see it, though It's gon be some sh** when you at the light in your vehicle When look to your left and look to your right And see some b**hes bumping my hits, enjoying they night, right? [Outro] Yeah, that's gonna be the day 3-6-0 Don't try to be friends with me now, n***a Tell you like Jay-Z, "co*ks**er, beat it"