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Easy Mo Bee lyrics : "Talkin' 'bout You"


This's some %#@! for those that don't know me
My raps be on point and I pull blunts slowly

I drink Reezers when they stored in the freezers
Cool as Black Ceasar, destroy your whole career for my leisure
Watch tables turn when I set it

Like payin ^!$$%s cash for hookin up my bad credit
No Darkside Tales, strictly l's and sales
You be waitin for my %#@! like ^!$$%s waitin for they bails

I play pro, it's just the pre-season
All y'all asthmatics in the house start WHEEZIN
Cause ain't no tellin what I spew

I bust more rhymes than shots bust Amadou
Ooh - %#@! be in my head like that
^!$$%s know me from the ave, be scared to rap

So enjoy the fame now, cause I'm about to make it hard
To your death like that _Different Strokes_ broad



Cause ain't no tellin what I spew
Could be talkin bout me, could be talkin bout you

Rappers got no clue of what I do
When I'm talkin bout me, talkin bout you
(Talkin bout you!)

Blame it on the weed, blame it on the brew
Talkin bout me, talkin bout you
(Talkin bout you!)

Every single word be true
When I'm talkin bout me, talkin bout you



Comin with the rah-rah, I kick it in the alto
Ghetto like Ecko while you're cornier than Southpole

The rugged MC, I be that true head
%#@!tin on your CD like the Escobar bootleg
Back when I was a dirty girl.. now I be a dirty-ass woman


Trust me, you don't want no lyrical run-in (I'm dusty, (*##$)
I got metaphors for all y'all rappin-ass ghetto !@^%s

Weak ^!$$%s use the same word to rhyme
Got a hold of my demo, started usin punchlines
I captivate whole circuits like the soul circus

Knockin rappers off balance be my sole purpose
Got heads on edge like four quarters
%#@! is real in the Ville like the nosey-ass reporters

I'm takin over, that's word to ma du
Gettin dollars, makin customers holler like John Woo






Many can play, but it's only one winnin
I put that on the number of the ciphers I done been in
Pinnin, paddin, lots of roller sheets

Watch the Brick City (*##$ warm mics like polar fleece
"Put me on the joint, Rah" - ^!$$%, now who you?
Askin stupid questions when you know I got a crew too

"Come to the show, yo" - all in how you handle it
Askin me the price when that's a question for my management
Rhymin ain't a game, think it is when it ain't

Like them ^!$$%s in a rush to get they money out the bank
I'ma crush everybody, burn mics with force
Break out to get the cash, take the Turnpike north

Got the Squad's joint, think my %#@! is hot?
Tell em they ain't heard nothin till my solo drop
And if I strike a nerve, don't even make that a issue

Cause you ain't seen the half if I really wanted to diss you






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