Talk Crazy Pt. 2

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Hah, Ghetto Boy shit, nigga
Hey (His name's Pablo)

[Verse: RMC Mike]
We don't speak on opps no more 'cause they broke
I'm spitting straight drop, you could cook it on the stove
I'd rather make a play than have some pussy on the floor
I'm laid back, but I can act Boosie on a ho
I'm on the edge, if a nigga push me, I'm on go
Will this rap shit take me out the hood? I don't know
I done touched a hundred K, but back then, I was broke
Lil' nasty bitch say she got her friend on the floor
F-color VS1 diamonds what I rock
I just scored a pint of Techy, RJ, find me a pop
I just kicked the door down, I had to find me a spot
I'll love a bitch forever if she buy me a Glock
I'm riding Grand Cherokee with the rose gold trimming
I'm finna slide down on a pack of hoes to go fishing
I don't give a fuck about what you done made, that's your business
Type of nigga buy a brand-new car just to smoke in it
Ever since I threw these diamonds in my mouth, the hoes trippin'
Do the speed limit, ride your own lane, the road different
Break a bitch for everything she got, no pimping
Run in the crib, kill everything, left no witness
Six chains on right now and I ain't signed to shit
I just might be single forever, can't find a bitch
You niggas need to quit sellin' dope if you can't buy a brick
'Cause I done made a hundred off the rap, nigga, times six
Forty-eight thousand on the watch, that's time spent
My brother tapped me in to the rap, nigga, times in
Back in '08, was gettin' high with my blind friend
I'm not takin' one for the team, I want the fine friend
I'm fuckin' her like I ain't have no pussy in a week
I hang with real shooters, they'll come and cook you for some cheese
You want me to come and rap, well, nigga, book me for some cheese
A lot of ice around my neck, I'm thinkin' seventeen degrees
Get the load in, break it down, then move it
Niggas ain't got no hustle, when it come to money, they be clueless
I know a nigga up a hundred million dollars, think he Jewish
I'm finna rewrap my old-school, make it blue-ish
Pockets full with hundreds on me, old ones and the new ones
Bitch cut into me like, "I wanna fuck, I'm a cougar"
I said, "I'm young, but I can teach you some new shit, I'm a tutor"
You would never know I had the blick, 'cause I'm the shooter
Stripper bitch wanna fuck me bad, I'ma spin her
Shit, I got a lotta pape' with no kids, I'm a winner
Gettin' money make me feel full, fuck a dinner
Lord forgive me for that shit back in the past, I'm a sinner
Still'll hop out and get on niggas' ass, no pretender
Hit the strip club, made that bitch snow, no December
I helped my city get back on the map, that's no [?]
I'm still praying every day I don't die or go to prison