People Talkin lyrics

[Crowd cheering and chanting "Mobb Deep"]

[Intro: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]
Like finding feathers on a housecat, heh
Like searching for a needle in a haystack
[?] [?] [?] [?]
G-Unit
Mobb Deep

[Chorus: Johnny “Guitar” Watson sample & Prodigy]
I hear the people talk
Whistling when you walk
Your kind is hard (And it's on) to find
Darling, I'm glad you're mine
(You know what?) I hear the people talk
Whistling when you walk (Yo check this sh*t out right here man)
Your kind is hard to find (Yeah)
Darling, I'm glad you're mine

[Verse: Prodigy]
Man look at how the tables turned, you f*cked up now
I got more money and I got more power, I got more fans
Cause n*gga you soft, n*gga you talk big, but got a lil set of balls
We don't spray mace over here
We spray Llams, 22 shots, assassinator bullet, sh*t'll bounce around yo brain and land in your stomach
sh*t won't even make the news, all we hear is nuttin'
Rap n*ggas runnin' 'round
Tryna team up 'cause the Unit is so strong they can't beat us
They used to be [?], they used to be the sh*t 'till P got promoted to the best there is
I made it to the other side, so king me n*gga
They think it's a game, 'till my gun rain on them n*ggas
How y'all gon' sell records, with P runnin' 'round with millions of dollars and fire for miles, they don't want you no more
Your sh*t is wack
f*ck outta here, now how you gon' come back wit a suit
A throwback or maybe a kufi?
Get some Neptune beats maybe that sh*t'll do it
Cause Mobb, Deep is makin' you look bad
Blood Money soon come, n*gga you a wrap
Your b*tch, see me all in the new videos
Eytime she blink I'm on the radio
I'm the talk of the hood and it's drivin' 'em sick
I'm the new rich n*gga all the hoes wanna riff
50 Cent saved me not Jesus Christ
Ask Ma$e and M.O.P., for him P'll die
[Outro: Prodigy]
Muhf*ckin' right
I just wanna take this time out
To give it up to the big boss (Yeah)
Curtis "Interscope" Jackson
Just gimme the word my n*gga
Spider Loc, Olivia, Young Buck, Banks (Uhh)
H
Yayo (Yeah)
What up dun?
And it's on again
Know I'm sayin', get off (Yeah) our nuts (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck outta here with all that bullsh*t, man (Yo light up, son)
Nah I ain't gon' kill ya
Whoo Kid
Shoot that piece of sh*t