Blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Stop ta-ta-talking that Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my If you keep talking that Listen hot stuff (stuff)

And you keep talking but we both know it's not true. And no matter what we both had to go through, I just can't, I can't hold on. I still know (I still know) That you're wrong (you're wrong). And when you asked if I believed, and I told you, But I can't

Where the real nigga ride and the rest die Ay don't be out here talking bout shit that you don't know about You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify Never trust the word of a dope fiend Keep a strap at all times run them numbers up If that

You bring your light and shine like morning Quietly while you were asleep The moon and I were talking I asked that she´d always keep you protected She promised you her light That you so gracefully carry And then the wind pulls the clouds across the moon

If he dies, he dies I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semi, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? And you still ain't seen