Royce Da 5'9" - Done Talkin' lyrics

[Intro]: Yeah, I got one problem, that's alcohol, a n***a or a b**h ain't one [Verse]: Yeah I'm done talkin, I converse with guns sparkin' Chop ya whole crew up and put y'all in one coffin Pull up in somethin awesome Valet should pay to park it A motherless God made me when he created arson Keep bustin' until they all gone I'm triple w dot murder, log on A lot of mouth on these rap n***as a lot of doubt me A bunch of lame a** n***as, soundin like Roger Troutman You need to look at my track record I'm spazz happy I heard a well known f*g just took a jab at me Yeah you already know what I do to fools So when I see you I ain't gon' be in the Muzik Mood Get you stomped good Take ya ho and turn her to a overnight celebrity like that n***a that punched Suge Don't gotta thank the player You welcome to Detroit The city that you can't compare with the gangsta mayor You wet you ain't the sprayer f** what ya TV say Them ain't no real D n***as snitchin on DEA The topic of your discussion is my release date Bottle after bottle I drink till I can't see straight n***as quit askin me questions about Ca$his As long as he's still signed with my n***a Shady, he's straight I ain't got no problem wit him, but I will promise this Next n***a throwing my name around I'mma k** him I got a lot to spend, spent so much time putting cheese on my enemies I forgot to watch my friends Thought I was already covered until I found out My n***a Tre Little was loyal as R. Kelly's brother They say you talk about rappers whatever you do I like to talk about p**y like Devin The Dude Getting this sh** is fun Me you don't expect to run Ain't gotta respect me, just don't disrespect my gun I came in and dude fled from the boxing match He ran like a huge head in a stocking cap You little n***as keep cool Cause I eat dudes When I see you shrimp n***as all I do is seafood/see food Lord, f** a boss I'mma God Parked outside a muthaf**a's house ain't a homicide Them n***as you got in your car say they down to ride His tongue cool, but evidently his Llama tired BOP Y'all can doubt me This long legged clip walking out be the only thing POP about me Who could stop me? I hit him like I'm Luca Brasi So many b**hes on my dick n***a Luke would jock me Who the sickest sh** to spit? Is it me or is it triggers? Cause you ain't comparing me to any n***a Any Wayne, any Jigga we can bang Any figure we can bet I will slang any n***a you can check Who the best? Now until any volunteer DJ wanna give me play Meantime you can sweat I come to your set n***a I don't give a f** You Raisin Bran a** n***as sound shriveled up The price you gotta pay, doin what them dollars say Happy Bar Exam 2 b**h, it's a holiday The price you gotta pay, doin what them dollars say Happy Bar Exam 2 b**h, it's a holiday