[Intro: DJ Paul]
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Talkin' your ass off? nigga, let's see what you can do
When I got my glizzock pressed up at your nappy ass head
Don't say it wasn't you, fool
Shootin' on your sissy bitch ass, it's easy, no need to get emotional
'Cause first of all everything is business, ain't shit personal
A hundred times I caught your ass slippin'
All high off the drugs I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off
With the t TEC-9, but you don't hear it
Tryin' to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you
Cockin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel
Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter
Go to the funeral, 'cause some shit like that it's straight to me
Ridin' in the land with your folks 'til you tried to play me
Bitch, I don't fuck around, I'll put your ass underground
You know you good as gone when you hear the (*gunshots*) sound
You run your mouth, but eventually you'll have to pay the cost
For talkin' your funky ass off, buster
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk your ass off, talk your ass off, talk your ass off
Can you back it, can you back it, can you back it up?
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
Talk your ass off (Can you back it up?)
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Talkin' your ass off? nigga, let's see what you can do
When I got my glizzock pressed up at your nappy ass head
Don't say it wasn't you, fool
Shootin' on your sissy bitch ass, it's easy, no need to get emotional
'Cause first of all everything is business, ain't shit personal
A hundred times I caught your ass slippin'
All high off the drugs I could've start trippin' and rippin' your head off
With the t TEC-9, but you don't hear it
Tryin' to test my pimpin' I'll run up on you
Cockin' it, you will feel it poking up your nose, boogers on my barrel
Pull the trigger back and watch your head just scatter
Go to the funeral, 'cause some shit like that it's straight to me
Ridin' in the land with your folks 'til you tried to play me
Bitch, I don't fuck around, I'll put your ass underground
You know you good as gone when you hear the (*gunshots*) sound
You run your mouth, but eventually you'll have to pay the cost
For talkin' your funky ass off, buster
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