Talk Yo Ass Off (Remix) (Bonus Track) lyrics

[Chorus/Samples]
Talk yo ass off
Now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity
(And now, the Skinny n*gga)

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
n*ggas claim they robbin', motherf*cker where yo evidence?
I can't even tell you comin' clean, takin' petty sh*t
Stickin' up McDonalds, what the f*ck you get, some burgers?
Busta ass n*gga never shot or f*ckin' murdered
I'm kickin' in the door, I'm makin' lemons hit the floor for keys
Then I might kidnap the trick if I think he got some mo'e G's
Put him in da backseat, barrel pointed to his face
I'm knowin' this n*gga snitchin' so I increase the f*ckin' murder rate
Then I hit the bong to make indo chicken chokin', thinkin' of a plot
Then I grip the bloody body to a motherf*ckin' muddy spot
Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, f*ck 'em
I don't love 'em, dump 'em, slump 'em
Start back bumpin' Willie, really doe hoe, we leave 'em funky
Run yo mouth, talk that sh*t M-11 2-11
On you tricks, 1-8-7 so legit, f*ckin' hit
Monkey ass n*ggas on bananas like to slip a lot
Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot
Trick
[Chorus/Samples]
Talk yo ass off
Now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

[Bridge]
Yo what's up now partner? *gun shots*
(And now, the Killa Man)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Keep runnin' yo mouth, n*gga let's see what'll happen
Don't talk sh*t while you be rappin'
Just prove it with the scrappin'
And if you wondering how the Killa Man kill a man
Come in his face and watch that 4-5 Glock
Blow yo ass to outer space
b*tch I don't f*ck around but n*gga you don't hear me though
I clown like Bozo with a chrome 44
44 n*ggas in my crew say they will kill ya slow
Another 85 say they get rid of yo ass fast with slugs
So I set yo ass up for a mean ass murder stroll
Send a freak to f*ck you with a bomb in her pus*y hole
It's so easy for the Triple 6 to take you out
You think you know what we about
But you don't know what we about
And to all ya n*ggas that's thinkin' that we smokin' junts outta the ghetto, we gotta be cool
I'll stick ya like the real devil that I am, and stab you in yo back
F-zzz-ool
So smooth, huntin' down a female cannibal king
Demons in my soul, exorcist my thoughts
Murder in my dreams
[Chorus/Samples]
Talk yo ass off
Now watch that sh*t talkin' be put to an end trick
Talkin' on yo tapes, it seem you got some animosity

Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends