[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off
Now-now w-now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off
Now-now w-now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
And now, the Skinny n***a

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
N***as claim they robbin', mothafucka, where yo evidence?
I can't even tell you comin' clean, takin' petty shit
Stickin' up McDonalds, what the fuck you get, some burgers?
Busta ass n***a never shot or fuckin' murdered
I'm kickin' in the door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for ki's
Then I might kidnap the trick if I think he got some more G's
Put him in the backseat, barrel pointed to his face
I'm knowin' this n***a snitchin', so I increase the fuckin' murder rate
Then I hit the bong to make indo chicken chokin', thinkin' of a plot
Then I grip the bloody body to a mothafuckin' muddy spot
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Start by bumpin' Willie, really doe, ho, we leave 'em funky
Run yo mouth, talk that shit, M-11, 211
On you tricks, 187 so legit, fuckin' hit
Monkey ass n***as on bananas, like to slip a lot
Put 'em in a ho spot, take me to the stash spot
Trick
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off
Now-now-now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off
Now-watch-now-now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Yo what's up now partner? *gun shots*
And now, the Killa Man

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Keep runnin' yo mouth, n***a, let's see what'll happen
Don't talk shit while you be rappin'
Just prove it with the scrappin'
And if you wonderin' how the Killa Man kill a man
Come in his face and watch that 4-5 Glock
Blow yo ass to outer space
Bitch, I don't fuck around, but n***a, you don't hear me though
I clown like Bozo with a chrome .44
44 n***as in my crew, say they will kill you slow
Another 85 say they get rid of yo ass fast with slugs
So I set yo ass up for a mean ass murder stroll
Send a freak to fuck you with a bomb in her pussy hole
It's so easy for the Triple 6 to take you out
You think you know what we about
But you don't know what we about
And to all ya n***as that thinkin' that we smokin'
J'izz'unts together, we gotta be cool
I'll stick ya like the real Devil that I am
And stab you in yo back, f'izz'ool
So smooth, huntin' down a female cannibal king
Demons in my soul, exorcist my thoughts
Murder in my dreams (dreams)
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Talk ya ass off
Now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Talk ya ass off
Now-now watch that shit talkin' be put to an end trick
Talk ya ass off
Talk-talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

[Bridge]
Pulls out a gun and
Pulls out a gun and
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
Shoots down all the fiends

[Outro: A-Wax, O-Dog, Caine, Waitress, (Lloyd)]
Y'all n***as hurry up
Go in there and buck them n***as and get the fuck out
And don't be playin'
Dog, Caine, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Kill them n***as and get the fuck back, so we can start ballin'
I'ma be chillin' right here
Ay, n***a, I wanna know is you ready to do this shit?
Is you ready to do this shit or what, mothafucka?
Man, don't be actin like no pussy
When we get the fuck out there
That's why y'all need to be in the goddamn house
You know you gotta curfew
(Why don't you make us or get us a mothafuckin' burger or something, stupid ass bitch!)
Fuck you, n***a, it's time for both of y'all to go, okay?
Go home to ya mammies, okay?
Yeah, n***a, break fool *gunshots*
Bitch, shut the fuck up before we blast yo ass, too
Shut the fuck up
Ay, homie, you need some help? *gunshots*
Punk ass n***a, come on, n***as
I thought killin' those fools would make me feel good
But it really didn't make me feel anything
I just knew that I could kill somebody
And if I had to, I could do it again