Keep Talkin [Game Over!!] lyrics

[Intro: Lil 3RD]
Lil 3RD
The Leprechaun (say what)
T.I.P
Rubber band man (ay)
Pimp Squad Clique
Off Tha Chain b*tch
Get it right n*gga

[Chorus: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
He, he talkin' that (what)
That gangsta sh*t (yuh)
He ain't about that
Man this n*gga (ay) wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, come to the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (Oh)
He, he talkin' that (yuh)
That gangsta sh*t
You ain't about that
Man this n*gga (ay) wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, come to (ha haaa) the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (ye ye yeeeaaaa)

[Verse 1: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
Ayy, the game ain't over, the game just begun n*gga (uh uh)
Botany Boy, Cloverland, young don n*gga (yea)
I ain't [?] [?] b*tch but I'm the one n*gga (the one n*gga)
Nickname Card Luis cause I run n*ggas, dumb n*ggas, lollipop cake mix crumb n*ggas (uh)
Money by the ton, microwave one n*gga (yea)
Check a hoe, pimp tight, (b*tch) Don Juan n*gga (fo sho)
Ya f*ckin' wit a real killer I don' warn n*ggas
Run n*gga, lucky charm (sucker ass) di*k suckin' c*m licker
And I'll slap any n*gga who a run wit cha (f*ck boys)
T.I.P. let 'em know, here come n*gga
Ring the alarm, ya f*ckin' wit a young Godzilla (know how I do things)
Born in the streets, made man mob n*gga (okay)
Souhtside, gutter raised, I'ma hard n*gga
Scott Cullen, Martin Luther King born n*gga (what it is n*gga)
South Park, Cloverland third ward n*gga (hey)
You ain't never sold a rock you a odd n*gga (odd ass n*gga)
Think about it for real and weigh ya odds n*gga (yea)
Keep bumpin' that hot sh*t bust ya guns n*ggas
When I catch ya I'm pullin' ya ho card n*gga
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
He, he talkin' that (hey)
That gangsta sh*t (hey)
He ain't about that (yuh yuh yuh, oh)
Man this n*gga wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, come to the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (a ay)
He, he talkin' that (what)
That gangsta sh*t (yuh)
You ain't about that (ha haaaaaa)
Man this n*gga wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, (sucker ass n*gga) come to the Clover b*tch and get your (ha haaaaaa) braids unwrapped n*gga

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hey
Been fakin' too long to get what you deserve n*gga
Ya makin' your songs, we know that you's a nerd n*gga (nerd n*gga)
I see it's on, I promise that's my word n*gga (on my son)
You just clone and wishin' you could be 3RD n*gga (you ain't 3RD n*gga)
Before the rap, ([?] [?] sucker ass) sh*t it's known that I serve n*ggas
Wit quarters, halfs, wholes, Os, I'ma bird flipper
The coppers c*ck and my aim (ha ha ha haaaaaa) is superb n*gga
You ain't from Botany, that sh*t you talk is absurd n*gga
Your welcome whenever you wanna get'cha issue (ay man holla at me shawty) 'cause you pus*y as a pair panties, soft as toilet tissue (haaa)
You ain't even a factor man I'm watchin' them n*ggas wit you (who dat)
Sprayin' at them n*ggas (bla bla bla bla blaow) ya payin' to babysit you
Man I'm layin' you down n*gga I ain't playin' around (I'll bet chu)
You know about that action as you lay in the ground (sucker ass)
Lettin' bullsh*t slide I'm refusin' to do
Man I don' kept it realer wit n*ggas in Houston than you (sissy)
Hey
**scratch replay***
He, he talkin' that (I, I, I, I don')
I don' kept it realer wit n*ggas in Houston than you
Man I don' kept it realer wit n*ggas in Houston than you (sissy)
Hey

[Chorus: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
He, he talkin' that
That gangsta sh*t (you keep talkin' n*gga)
He ain't about that (yuh yuh)
Man this n*gga wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, come to the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (sucker ass n*gga)
He, he talkin' that (yuh)
That gangsta sh*t
You ain't about that
Man this n*gga wack (make ya mouth write checks that ya ass can't cash n*gga)
I'ma wipe him off the map, come to the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (let's get 'em shawty) (ride on 'em shawty)

[Verse 3: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
I bust heads wit Bankhead, Pimp Squad n*ggas (yeah)
The chain bought me big shot mob boss n*ggas
Duncan Hines serially, cup cake false n*ggas (false ass n*gga)
Don't even know how many grams in a ounce n*gga (Ah 27?, 32?)
And all that yappin' gon' get cha bumped off n*gga
I'll pre-wrap it and back slap it in ya mouth n*gga
You a pus*y, go deeper than Randy Moss n*gga (ooo)
We all know that you the queen of the south n*gga ([?] [?] [?] ha ha haaaaaa)
Grandmama boy, never came out the house n*gga
Never bought a swisher sweet from a Swisha House n*gga (fake ass)
So how the f*ck you had the streets on lock? (n*gga how?)
'Cause for a fact in Cloverland you ain't touch no block (uh ah, uh uh ah)
Bust no Glock
Get no cot, this pump pop (uh ah) (what)
CB4 Gusto n*gga like Chris Rock (T.I.)
Wrap 'em up in rubber bands and bring 'em wit p*ss lock (yeah) (boing)
No suspects, no clues, a six shot
Tight leprechaun suit and your squad [?] [?] (ha haaaa [?] [?] ho ass n*gga)
Since ya like how ice shine n*gga spot this dot, n*gga (b*tch)
[Chorus: Lil 3RD and T.I.]
He, he talkin' that (yuh)
That gangsta (yuh) sh*t (yuh)
He ain't about (yuh) that (ay)
Man (ay) this n*gga wack
I'ma wipe him off the map, (come on n*gga) come to the Clover b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga (uh ay)
He, he talkin' that (yuh yuh come on)
That gangsta sh*t (yuh)
You ain't about that (ay)
Man (ay) this n*gga wack (ay)
I'ma wipe (ay) him off (ay) the map, (ay) come to the Clover (yuh) b*tch and get your braids unwrapped n*gga

[Outro: T.I.]
Yea ah yea yeaaaaaa
T.I.P. n*gga
Pimp Squad Clique n*gga
Botany Boys you understand that n*gga
My homeboy n*gga Lil 3RD the original and the only leprechaun n*gga, get it right, keep it right f*ck n*gga
If you don't like it come see me
f*ck