Chatty Ass n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Mastamind]
"This goes out to all you chatty ass motherf*ckers! Wack motherf*ckers! Can't f*ck with the mad motherf*ckers! Chatty ass motherf*cker!"

[Verse 1: Mastamind, Esham]
It ain't sh*t wicket like this wicket, Wicketsh*t
You want me to kick this sh*t, well let me kick it b*tch
Here he is, that n*gga who's so mysterious
You dying to know who I be you so curious
You say "How can I be down, (Down) how can I be liked? (Liked)"
"How can I be ever wicket on the mic?"
Hey yo, I'm so sick of this sh*t, so I'm sick with this here
It's so ridiculous, I got you b*tches livin' in fear
I see so many motherf*ckers fakin' and duplicatin'
Tryna be like (NATAS, SATAN, SATAN, NATAS, NATAS, SATAN)
You can bite the style for a while, but still feel chatty
Yo, I ain't happy so don't come at me

[Hook: Mastamind, Esham]
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)

[Verse 2: TNT, Esham]
Chatty ass n*gga, n*gga chatty, call me Mac Daddy
When I'm rollin' through your f*ckin' hood
The b*tches know it's all good (It's all good)
Down for the dirt (n*gga) Puttin' in work (n*gga)
Liftin' up skirts (n*gga) b*tches get hurt (n*gga)
It's that n*gga TNT, b*tch you better recognize
f*ckin' with The Voodoo Child, b*tch you could leave paralyzed
Keep my f*ckin' name out your mouth before I blast ya
Nobody asked ya, I rolls like Casper
(Boom, boom, boom!) b*tch dropped dead
Some slugs in his head for some sh*t he just said
Chatty ass n*ggas don't live long
And most dead n*ggas don't sing no songs
[Hook: TNT, Esham]
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)

[Verse 3: Esham]
You's a chatty b*tch, call me pimp daddy, b*tch
Never loved a ho, and had he switched
Then you'll know who's on my di*k (Who's on my di*k?)
I don't know, stay up off my di*k though
Quick to kick the sick flow, dissin' all wicked hoes
And we be foes not friends, 'cause I can't deal
With your ills, I gives a f*ck how you feel
(Playa hata) I ain't got no love for your kind
You be hoping that I fall, so f*ck all of y'all

[Hook: Esham]
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)
You's a chatty ass n*gga (A chatty ass n*gga)

[Outro: Esham]
Now what kinda n*gga is a chatty ass n*gga
(That b*tch n*gga is a chatty ass n*gga)
Now what kinda n*gga is a chatty ass n*gga
(That b*tch n*gga is a chatty ass n*gga)