C-9 - Talk is Cheap lyrics

[Tommy Wright III talking] The number one hated, the most wanted The all want us, the FBI, DEA, the CIA, ATF What the f** do y'all want? (All you do is run your Goddamn mouth) You don't know what you gettin' in (..Boy you ain't finna do a Goddamn thing..) What the f** wrong wid you boy? (..Goddamnit if you gon' bring it, bring it on...) My n***a T-Roc what's up?, Destineal, whoopin' on n***as [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Everything I say I'ma do it for real Me and Lil Sko finna go for the k** n***as talk sh** when I let go hit the floor Make a hoe drop like dominoes I'ma go Out the patio cause the po-pos at the door Gotta lay low, I'm the man wid the say-so Feds want mo' ah the underground pro Still servin' junkies scalin' up the hootie hoe pajerio Feel me hoe, I'm the one that's all in ya sh** You the one I'm tellin' all my n***as go an' get Cryin' like a b**h when the thirty R six Boutta spit sick sh** just like Blair Witch Wanted me to let the n***a look at my car Don't wanna get k**ed better burn some rubber Already took six two sent dead brothers I wasn't raised by my mom I raised my mother f** talkin' boy and back it up just like a** You peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ah Sneak up on ah, peep up on ah, leap up on ah, beat up on ah And heat up on him lookin' like I am wid long hair and a mask I'ma mash everytime they make one dime I'ma blast soon if they f** wid mine f** squashin take caution when you talk about Memphis It's Tommy time and who the f** told you different n***a y'all ain't the sh** y'all just the piss That come up out my dick wid Canadian Mist Betta have a tone goin' on wid this What I make and what my way of sight gives is hits Witness, better send a letter to the CIA This is gonna get a b**h sprayed Talk is cheap just like the river runs deep Talk is cheap like every hoe is a freak beep Chorus: C-9 & [Tommy III] Talk is cheap, we creepin' so thick We blastin' on haters wid nothin' but anna [Body bags, body casts] You n***as gonna die tryna f** wid my stamina (4x) [Verse 2: Lil Sko] I'm sick ah this he say she say sh** I'm pointin' some fingers I'm callin' some names Haters be talkin' mo' sh** than a project b**h I ain't in this game for the motherf**in' fame I'm steppin' on toes puttin' n***as in chokeholds So keep that a** away, like no dough Frontin' like you ain't no hoe It'll be mo' n***as comin' wid razor fours Even if you packin' yo heat I betta not catch ya slippin' in the streets, n***a What! On the realer my n***a, if it never get bigger You still my n***a, you still my n***a Now how many motherf**in' n***as wanna roll wid Sko Pimp hoes wid Sko, sell blow wid Sko, do shows wid Sko Just the way that this Dirty South sh** supposed to go Lil Sko wid the pro n***a you ain't know? Well now ya know, if you a friend or foe If you a lady or hoe, if you rich or poor You really need to recognize ya being Memphisized I'm stickin' and shootin', in between ya eyes I'm puttin' me wood, in between ya hoe thighs Why ya actin' surprised when ya really need to realise That I'll leave a n***a paralyzed Sko and Tommy III n***a we down for whatever Better get ya sh** together n***a gangs is terror And come up with a plan, that's fortune for clever Dis Street Smart write ya seed an' aunt a letter [Tommy Wright] Everytime we dis a n***a what we do we shut 'em down Everytime we run into them motherf**az not a sound n***as like to talk about sh** that they don't know about In yo face and not behind you when we bust you in yo mouth [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-9 & Boss Bytch] Y'all n***as ain't no k**as y'all scared of us When it's time to handle business y'all scared to bust Scared to ride, runnin' off to much at the mouth Tell some lies, claimin' you ain't scared to die Make up ya mind, sony a**, phony a** b**h Phony a** trick, flodgin' a** corny a** snitch Talkin' that sh**, is gonna cost ya wig to get split Mark a** b**h ya never get me caught in that click Friends or foes, what ya claim to be I don't know Talkin' you bold you all up in my grill like golds I oppose, watch the snubnose reload Bloody ya clothes, give action like a k**a suppose Come wig and jump and keep on stumblin' keep it comin' Leave ya numb and keep it crunk and chief a junt And catch a murder charge or somethin' Pull up at a river grab a body bag dump him Adrenaline, rushin' through my lil a** pumper [Boss Bytch] How many motherf**in' n***as wanna go to the med, wid two in the head? Bleed bloody red from a b**h wid a bigger Glock, and a bigger pop Naw it won't stop, until ya body drop cause, ya mouth be hot You be talkin' the sh**, but don't be walkin' the sh** You be singin' the sh**, but don't be bringin' the sh** b**h What's up better run for ya trunk, too late, caught ya by the gate Mind gone, a** gone, all that sh** will be blown away No love from me to you, f** you I hang wid the Sinista Thugs showin' no love Lookin' for a n***a wid a mean mug It'll be his a** I'ma push and shove b**h [Chorus]