Представляем точный текст композиции "Talk Is Cheap" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tommy Wright III . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Talk Is Cheap» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tommy Wright III передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tommy Wright III - "Talk Is Cheap"
Lyrics to Talk Is Cheap : (feat. Manson Family) [Tommy Wright III talking] The number one hated, the most wanted The all want us, the FBI, DEA, the CIA, ATF What the fuck do yall want' (All you do is run your Goddamn mouth) You dont know what you gettin in (..Boy you aint finna do a Goddamn thing..) What the fuck wrong wid you boy' (..Goddamnit if you gon bring it, bring it on...) My nigga T-Roc whats up', Destineal, whoopin on niggas [Verse 1: Tommy Wright III] Everything I say Ima do it for real Me and Lil Sko finna go for the kill Niggas talk shit when I let go hit the floor Make a hoe drop like dominoes Ima go Out the patio cause the po-pos at the door Gotta lay low, Im the man wid the say-so Feds want mo ah the underground pro Still servin junkies scalin up the hootie hoe pajerio Feel me hoe, Im the one thats all in ya shit You the one Im tellin all my niggas go an get Cryin like a bitch when the thirty R six Boutta spit sick shit just like Blair Witch Wanted me to let the nigga look at my car Dont wanna get killed better burn some rubber Already took six two sent dead brothers I wasnt raised by my mom I raised my mother Fuck talkin boy and back it up just like ass You peep up on ah, meet up on ah, creep up on ah Sneak up on ah, peep up on ah, leap up on ah, beat up on ah And heat up on him lookin like I am wid long hair and a mask Ima mash everytime they make one dime Ima blast soon if they fuck wid mine Fuck squashin take caution when you talk about Memphis Its Tommy time and who the fuck told you different Nigga yall aint the shit yall just the piss That come up out my dick wid Canadian Mist Betta have a tone goin on wid this What I make and what my way of sight gives is hits Witness, better send a letter to the CIA This is gonna get a bitch sprayed Talk is cheap just like the river runs deep Talk is cheap like every hoe is a freak beep [Chorus: C-9 & Tommy III] Talk is cheap, we creepin so thick We blastin on haters wid nothin but anna [Body bags, body casts] You niggas gonna die tryna fuck wid my stamina [x4] [Verse 2: Lil Sko] Im sick ah this he say she say shit Im pointin some fingers Im callin some names Haters be talkin mo shit than a project bitch I aint in this game for the motherfuckin fame Im steppin on toes puttin niggas in chokeholds So keep that ass away, like no dough Frontin like you aint no hoe Itll be mo niggas comin wid razor fours Even if you packin yo heat I betta not catch ya slippin in the streets, nigga What! On the realer my nigga, if it never get bigger You still my nigga, you still my nigga Now how many motherfuckin niggas wanna roll wid Sko, Pimp hoes wid Sko, sell blow wid Sko, do shows wid Sko Just the way that this Dirty South shit supposed to go Lil Sko wid the pro nigga you aint know' Well now ya know, if you a friend or foe If you a lady or hoe, if you rich or poor You really need to recognize ya being Memphisized Im stickin and shootin, in between ya eyes Im puttin me wood, in between ya hoe thighs Why ya actin surprised when ya really need to realise That Ill leave a nigga paralyzed, Sko and Tommy III nigga we down for whatever Better get ya shit together nigga gangs is terror And come up with a plan, thats fortune for clever Dis Street Smart write ya seed an aunt a letter [Tommy Wright] Everytime we dis a nigga what we do we shut em down Everytime we run into them motherfuckaz not a sound Niggas like to talk about shit that they dont know about In yo face and not behind you when we bust you in yo mouth [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-9 & Boss Bytch] Yall niggas aint no killas yall scared of us When its time to handle business yall scared to bust Scared to ride, runnin off to much at the mouth Tell some lies, claimin you aint scared to die Make up ya mind, sony ass, phony ass bitch Phony ass trick, flodgin ass corny ass snitch Talkin that shit, is gonna cost ya wig to get split Mark ass bitch ya never get me caught in that click Friends or foes, what ya claim to be I dont know Talkin you bold you all up in my grill like golds I oppose, watch the snubnose reload Bloody ya clothes, give action like a killa suppose Come wig and jump and keep on stumblin keep it comin Leave ya numb and keep it crunk and chief a junt And catch a murder charge or somethin Pull up at a river grab a body bag dump him Adrenaline, rushin through my lil ass pumper [Boss Bytch] How many motherfuckin niggas wanna go to the med, wid two in the head' Bleed bloody red from a bitch wid a bigger glock, and a bigger pop Naw it wont stop, until ya body drop cause, ya mouth be hot You be talkin the shit, but dont be walkin the shit You be singin the shit, but dont be bringin the shit bitch Whats up better run for ya trunk, too late, caught ya by the gate Mind gone, ass gone, all that shit will be blown away No love from me to you, fuck you I hang wid the Sinista Thugs showin no love Lookin for a nigga wid a mean mug Itll be his ass Ima push and shove bitch [Chorus] [ Talk Is Cheap Lyrics ]
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