Partners-N-Crime - Talk That sh** Now (f** U & LV) lyrics

[Chorus: x2] [Crowd] Talk that sh** now! [Kangol Slim] The U is for Unknown! [C] Talk that sh** now! [KS] The N is for Nothing! [C] Talk that sh** now! [KS] The L is for Lowlife! [C] Talk that sh** now! [KS] The V is for Virgins! [First Verse: Kangol Slim + Misdemeanor] [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? [Kangol Slim] I like room and sh** [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? [Kangol Slim] Man I smoke rocks in clips [Misdemeanor] Tec-9 what'cha like??? [Kangol Slim] Man I'm a clucka b**h, Meanor pop that b**h, ask him to s** your dick [Misdemeanor] Well Tec-9 get'cha wave back boy, you look bad Do yourself a favor, and hit the rehab It's a shame that you rap, and still gotta rob [Strange Voice] Ay yo, peel yourself off, we might give you a job [Misdemeanor] Ol' clucka muthaf**a, been said it a** s**a Probably burnt your lady f**in' junkies with a rubber Boy where your son at? p**y a** Ya Fat Still smokin' crack? Hope you got your mind back Tryin' to diss my n***a Third, jockin' his ex All in her face, trickin' off your crazy check You'z a hoe, I know you know, let your colors show Or should I beat that up like Glenn beat you after four? Well beep beep beep, there goes that little red elite We used to play schoolers back in elementary Yella Boy back at Eastern, you used to be a dancer But now in '94 I guess them golds make you gangsta First the Eddie Bow then you tried the Hike I guess you caught a flat on that little red bike 'Cise break it down, yeah we bout to act a fool Won't you bring that f**in' track to that f**in' old school? [Chorus] [Second Verse: Kangol Slim+Prime Time] [Kangol Slim] Well if I never knew a clucker now I know one Got a couple of grams, Tec-9 you wanna score one? n***as always tryin' diss, but you know you lookin' pissed You done made my hit list, you baboon lookin' b**h Never take sh** from a busta Never take sh** from a clucker You tried to diss my clique? You'z a stupid muthaf**a Went on to bite my style Give us a towel Make my Uncle know that you dropped a diss, but it's too late You shouldn't put out another tape You say you f**ed my boy ol' lady Then I find out much later that she had your baby Now I know it may seem a lil' crazy But is that really his baby? n***a Maybe n***a it's Drama Time, watch yo back Get your gat Before I hit your a**, I'm talkin' to the n***a named Ya-Fat f** the UNLV, I'm down with PNC And I roll with them n***as off that C.A.B My n***a, Eazy-E, look here and Cat Daddy And can't forget about the Big Money and G-Money Yep I'm comin' for your a** so it's best you wear your vest I forgot this bird than flew the Cuckoo's nest Always wanna use a gun, lookin' like Fat Albert's son You better run cuz muthaf**a here I come That's a lil' coward a** Yella Boy That's a lil' coward a** Yella Boy That's a lil' coward a** Yella Boy That's a lil' coward a** Yella Boy [Prime Time] I biggedy bounce just like Slim Don't give me that foolish like Pimp I ask them hoes like three nine I'm paid in full like Rakim I'm knockin' 'em out like E-A-B Don't love them hoes like P-N-C I'm down with Bust down, and got beef like Sporty T Like I told you before, in the deep N.O I'm Prime Time and I'll break you off, and that's somethin' I know fa sho So come your back blown out if you f**in' wanna f** with P-N-C I'll put your a** up in a corner [Strange Voice] Oh it's a Big Boy thang A power move swang Don't f** with our boys cuz you know you can't hang It's a Big Boy thang A power move swang Y'all busta a** n***as can't hang [Prime Time] I'll take you b**h off the map When it's time to strap, bust a cap That fake a** track, and that fake a** rap Get off the map To that b**h Ya-Fat, I'ma make you go get'cha gat I heard you mouthin' off track Don't take no time to get smacked And to that b**h Tec-9, you must don't mind dyin' f**in' with Prime, wrong n***a, you better be packin' that iron Save the p**y for last, Yella boy you gettin' dissed Tryin' to rep on the Prime, you albino lookin' b**h And with that fake a** Eddie Bow, sh** is played out of style I'ma make you worth your while, with a big a** smile You round here reppin' and stuntin' talkin' bout y'all about it Tryin' to diss PNC, Misdemeanor I doubt it From a studio prankster to your label's obsessive gangster f** around and I'll stank ya, might as well spank ya [Chorus x2]