Talk ’Bout Me DJ Drama (Ft. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck)

Yeah, you know what it is
Aiyo, it's a hater in this muh'fucker tonight
Point his ass out, G-Unit South

A dirty nigga with a whole lot of ice on
We serve niggas mommas, just to keep our lights on
Fuck credit, I ain't fuckin' with y'all
When I was locked up niggas wouldn't answer my calls

I pick my Glock up, broke down a damn eight ball
And hit the block up, yeah, we sell grams and all
But here the haters come, I done went and bought me a Chevy
I got drive out tags on twenty-fo's already

Let me circle back around, let my window down
Ay where that nigga now? I don't even hear a sound
You know they hate you when ya rich and love when you're broke
Fleas turn into ticks and the bitches get ya smoked

I'ma Gangsta Grill on 'em, pop a pill on 'em
I see a lil' murder went and got the deal on 'em
So go on say my name, shit, I don't blame ya
Just know that that bitch that you whip ain't no angel, nigga

I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips when they talk about me
Think about it, what would you haters do without me?