Tony Campana - Talkin' All That lyrics

[Ca$his] Uh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah (Hit me up mayn!) b**h I'm from the {?}, yo' hood ain't no realer You the p**y a** n***a livin next to the k**er I'm the k**er that moved out of the block And head back to the hood, when I'm movin my rock You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes Lle', in the console and God knows I make grip off blow sh** - I could get rich off blows My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose What the f** you gon' do? We bang back hammers I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna I'd die for this, n***a you rhyme for this p**y I ride for this, and did time for this That's why I'm convinced you fear, that I'm convicted Until elevens in soaps, and some gangsta sh** man Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h [Hook: Ca$his] p**y n***as always talkin that sh** What you flaggin, who you bangin with? (I don't give a f**) You can live in the hood and sh** But remember who you bangin with (I don't give a f**) p**y n***as talkin all that sh** What you flaggin in your bangin whip? (I don't give a f**) You can live in the hood and sh** But remember who you bangin with (cause I don't give a f**) [Ca$his] Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat n***as scream "f** me" he lucky, when I blast it I left respect enough for an open casket Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle Folk of the century, rollin with peoples The omen the sequel, the more they will see you Close kin, molotov close to no skin His momma pretends that she doesn't, know him I'm the reason, for the whole "Say No" slogan Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin Got a brand new thing, with the scope in Leave your family, with the wake for hostin I'll collect enough snow, 'til my hands the Aspens I'm the realest n***a 'round here, ask for Ca$his folk [Hook] [Ca$his] Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke That's on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came Place g**ners, into a coffin This is renegades, Rick not really paid Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed Full bricks of raw, n***a that's really weight While my workers foldin, now that's really cake Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin ape n***as dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates If you cuttin my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake Heckler Koch and, gla** and vodka I'm the independent kingpin, c**aine Koch Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z n***as never son me, I was born O.G. fo' [Hook] [Eminem - echoing] Aiyyo Alchemist! Let's play 'em some of that new Stat Quo sh** man