Juicy J - Talk Ya Ass Off lyrics

[Hook] Talk ya a** off Talk ya a** off Talk ya a** off Can ya back it, can you back it, can you back it up? Talk ya a** off Talk ya a** off Talk ya a** off Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up? Talk ya a** off Can you back it up? Talk ya a** off Can you back it up? Talk ya a** off Can you back it up? [Verse 1: D.J. Paul ] Talk ya a** off n***a let's see what you can do When I got my glizzock pressed up at your nappy a** head Gonna say was it you, fool? Shoot on yo sissy b**h a** is easy, no need to get emotional Because first of all everything is business, ain't sh** personal A hundred times I caught your a** slippin' All high off the d** I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off With the tech 9, but you don't hear it Trying to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you co*kin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter Go to the funeral cause some sh** like that it's straight to me Ridin' in the limo with yo folks 'till you tried to play me b**h I don't f** around, I'll put your a** underground You know you goodas gone when you hear the (gunshots) sound You run your mouth, but you'll eventually have to pay the cost For talkin' your funky a** off, busta'! [Hook] [Verse 2: D.J. Paul] Now n***as always talking that f**ing sh** Sayin' what they do but never doin' it Talk ya a** off, I'll blow yo' a** off, there's nothing to it I got a tech that'll take yo' a** out And if you don't believe me just try me I bet your sissy a** get ran up by the Triple 6 Mafia Got you fools, petty fools complain [?] With the sh** all of [?] And my n***as down, my n***as down to clown Oh you? Oh you to? You don't have a f**ing clue, fool You just talk a lot of sh**, but sh** don't impress me You better bring it on [?] and try to even test me A vest see can never even save you when I start to bust Automatic rounds coming at you from every end, watch your head bust! Da k**aman DJ Paul is rollin' with the Serial k**az, Lord Infamous And pull it got fingers on the trigger And all real n***as take care of they business, that's boss! And bullsh** bustas talk they a** off! [Hook]