Letras:
B G Don T Talk To Me

feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talking all that raspy shit Trying to ask me shit When my niggaz fill ya vest they ain't gon' pass me

war stories startin' to bore me I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore And you keep talkin

'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way, me make way Oh no, me flow so dark and me hat

, disgust me G-g-gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b' Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me

club Made five thousand look like fifty I spend all my time in Houston Smoke that kush but I don't do Whitney I don't do Britney, I don't do Lindsay

't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pepsi Man keepin' these muthafuckers rich ain't easy Especially when a

bust Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga Ya'll don't really know Tre Really know me, really know the streets, no Ya'll niggas really ain't G Really ain't

gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E

and already it's a classic Killer Mike nigga! Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to The game is over K.B. Baby won't you just quit the contemplating