Lyrics Talkin' that Shit (from Rt Shorts) (feat. Lamar Hall) - Jeff Williams feat. Lamar Hall

Yo, you can catch me rollin' with the best
And shootin' at the rest
Everyday, common men, never change, old quests
But, Professor, sit calm for the lecture
'Cause I'm about to dig deep in your brains like Lecter.
Food for thought to the masters in the crowd
Pay attention as you listen while these speakers bang loud
And if it's hard to digest, then I suggest that you turn a deaf ear to these words I manifest
No doubt I got my hustle game strong,
And my knuckle game too,
Homie, wanna prove me wrong?
A ferocious competitor
Rap season veteran
Bringin' mad color to the track like melanin
Givin' the shoutout to the clowns that I'm better than
Give up the rap and find some other shit to settle in
But if you still want dram dram,
Here's my address, I'm at seven eight Chestnut West, motherfucker

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit

Round two
You know I come stormin' out my corner,
My opponent don't want it 'cause he's sweatin' like he in a sauna
Look at his trainer and his cut man screamin'
Throw the towel in, cause he's given me a beatin' and thats real
Give less than a fuck how you feel
They say they bustin' spades
But y'all know the deal
I'm holdin' all the aces, got it locked, signed, and sealed
And it's over, time to deliver your last meal
I'm arrogant and cocky
Brash full of moxie
You'll burn straight to ash if you ever try to stop me
You better off, takin' notes to try to copy

My style but it's impossible to mock me
So think again, homie
You can't win, homie
Nobody's fuckin' with society's in-homie
My trademark, SE to the Grave, come see me, motherfucker, if you really feeling brave bitch

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit

You're dealin' with a Dorchester dog
Roxbury rebel
Mattapan menace
Most of Boston is a ghetto
On a whole other level,
People keep their heavy metal
Be it mics or machine guns, we gotta score to settle
Echo, a gunshot, on some blocks
So loud it can make the whole city dumb,
But the streets stay bloody, and, dog, that's my word
People been out here so long they become part of the curb
But that's the foundation of this dude that you're hearing
Strikin' fear in the hearts of the faith, when I'm appearin'

The real gon' ride, show respect, mega heart
'Cause they recognize that I been the same from the start
I never gave a fuck
Don't give a fuck
Won't give a fuck
Don't like it tough luck
I'm the dude you love to hate
And always will be
Til they kill me
Imma still be talking that shit

Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Everytime you see me I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit
Each and every day I'll be talking that shit, talking that shit, talking that shit

Motherfucker