Jeff Williams - Talkin' that sh** (from Rt Shorts) lyrics

Yo, You can catch me rolling with the best And shooting at the rest Everyday, Common men, Never Change, Old Quests But, Professor sit calm for the lecture Cause I'm about to dig deep in your brains like Lector Food for thought to the masters in the crowd Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud And if its hard to digest,then I suggest, that you turn a deaf ear to these words I manifest No doubt I got my hustle game strong And my knuckle game too Homie want to prove me wrong? A ferocious competitor Rap season veterain Bring'in mad color to the track like melanin Givin the shoutout to the clowns that I'm better than Give up the rap and find some other sh** to settle in But if you still want arms drawn Here's my address, Im at 78 Chestnut West. Mother f**er Everytime you see me I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** Each and every day I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** (x2) Round two You know I come stormin out my corner My opponent don't want it cause he's sweatin like he in a sauna Look at his trainer and his cut man's screaming' Throw the towel in man cause he's given me a beatin' and thats real Give less than a f** how you feel They say there bustin' spades But you all know the deal I'm holding all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed And it's over, time to deliever your last meal I'm arrogant and co*ky Brash full of moxie You'll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me You better run, take notes and try to copy My style but its impossible to mock me So think again homie You can't win homie Nobody's f**in' with society's in homie My trademark SE to the Grave come see me mother f**er if you really feeling brave b**h Everytime you see me I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** Each and every day I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** (x2) You're dealin with Dorchester door Rocksberry rebel Nada pier menace Most of Boston isn't Ghetto On a whole 'nother level People keep their heavy metal Be it mic's or machine guns we gotta score to settle Echo, a gunshot, for sun blocks So loud it can make the whole city jump But the streets stay bloody, and dog thet's my word People been out here so long they become part of the curb But thats the foundation of this dude that you're hearing Strikin' fear in the hearts of faith, when Im out fearing The real gold ride, show respect, mega heart Cause they recognize that I've been the same from the start I never gave a f** Don't give a f** Won't give a f** Don't like it though luck I'm the dude you love to hate And always will be Till they k** me Imma still be talking that sh** Everytime you see me I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** Each and every day I'll be talking that sh**, talking that sh**, talking that sh** (x4) Motherf**er