Issue No 121 Who Ya Talkin To Lyrics
Who Ya Talkin To by Issue No. 121
See, the hard I spit, the better I get
My heart cold in this bitch and I ain't never been shit
So nigga catch a glimpse from a bird's eye view
And you can witness if I kill 'em like you heard I do
The words I use is similar to murder with a ballpoint
Boy, I break your fibula, collarbone and jaw joint
Niggas better stop, I'm as raw as I ever been
But if these niggas sick then of course I'm the medicine
Pardon my approach but nigga, I'm a beast with it
When it comes to beef watch me wink and sink my teeth in it
My name Mr. Cream, I stay on my own two
Say it to your face, it ain't shit that you gonna do
I don't fuck around when these amateurs rapping now
Mutilate opponents, use an animal tactic
I come, spit in the wind and the trees are bent
The leaves are spent, the city's under siege again, motherfucker
I'm cold as ice cubes, baby, I'm on my old shit
It's killer, lady killer, I'm on my OJ
Don't color me bad, homie, color me old paint
Chopper and a Maybach, y'all can color that rose
You know my ' three ladies and a cup
If they all want a cut I call that foreplay
This ain't no horseplay, this grown folk '
A boss is a boss even on off days
CI, keep to myself, tighten the belt up in these Levi's
For brothers that bum change and see I
Catch a brother up in the bee hive, I'm just a killer, be gone
So start the track, let the killer resume
I bring it back like I'm still in the womb, just give it nine months, trick
If you ain't felt me, you'll be feeling this song
Everything good ain't always good for you
My brothers up in the hood but if you up to no good then have a good lawyer
Who ya talkin' to?
And the moral of the story is
Y'all can't fuck with us
Mr. Cream, Mr. Meth
And I go by the name of Denz One
Turn this shit off
My heart cold in this bitch and I ain't never been shit
So nigga catch a glimpse from a bird's eye view
And you can witness if I kill 'em like you heard I do
The words I use is similar to murder with a ballpoint
Boy, I break your fibula, collarbone and jaw joint
Niggas better stop, I'm as raw as I ever been
But if these niggas sick then of course I'm the medicine
Pardon my approach but nigga, I'm a beast with it
When it comes to beef watch me wink and sink my teeth in it
My name Mr. Cream, I stay on my own two
Say it to your face, it ain't shit that you gonna do
I don't fuck around when these amateurs rapping now
Mutilate opponents, use an animal tactic
I come, spit in the wind and the trees are bent
The leaves are spent, the city's under siege again, motherfucker
I'm cold as ice cubes, baby, I'm on my old shit
It's killer, lady killer, I'm on my OJ
Don't color me bad, homie, color me old paint
Chopper and a Maybach, y'all can color that rose
You know my ' three ladies and a cup
If they all want a cut I call that foreplay
This ain't no horseplay, this grown folk '
A boss is a boss even on off days
CI, keep to myself, tighten the belt up in these Levi's
For brothers that bum change and see I
Catch a brother up in the bee hive, I'm just a killer, be gone
So start the track, let the killer resume
I bring it back like I'm still in the womb, just give it nine months, trick
If you ain't felt me, you'll be feeling this song
Everything good ain't always good for you
My brothers up in the hood but if you up to no good then have a good lawyer
Who ya talkin' to?
And the moral of the story is
Y'all can't fuck with us
Mr. Cream, Mr. Meth
And I go by the name of Denz One
Turn this shit off