Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
They still bumpin' that trash
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Gonna catch one in the mask
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
We on points percise
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Uh Do that Northside for life
Niggas know me 'cause I hawg the track
Low vouges on Escalade's I bought me that
And everywhere I go I hall a gat
A platinum plus'll slash all of that
You know me I'm a balla black
I'm a ball till I fall have a ball attack
If I played for southern
I'd hawg the swat
And I'm still a D dealer
I hawg all the crack
Squash the chat I'm a CEO
Ask wodie for real ya'll ask C he know
Peep my steelo I'm off the chain
4 days out the week
I'm flossin' grain
4 month's did shows sasa chain
Got me a house built that's awesome mayn
Knocked off the studio house of pain
And I fly first class first off the plane
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
We on points percise
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Uh Do that Northside for life
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
They still bumpin' that trash
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Gonna catch one in the mask
They coming Chris Ward
I'm off the stone Boulevard
I stay danked out
And dranked out full of noise
If a hater got plex
I'll pull his cards
Unplug ya lights
And send you to the Lord
'Cause I heard threw the
Hate line you wanna take mine
Well pick a number n***a wait in line
Go threw jackas like these break them down
For I married the streets
I went on dates wit crime
And I don't make club songs
I make thug songs
Spitt verses and make niggas put they mugs on
You suckas can catch me
In Guess jeans and Nugs on
Sellin' on the same corner
That you sell ya drugs on
Chris Ward is on the block
And the street is mine
And you don't wanna get caught up
When I sweep the dime
I might sweep it early
I might sweep at nine
And I don't care
If you sleep wit ya heaters
Because I creep with mine
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
They still bumpin' that trash
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Gonna catch one in the mask
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
We on points percise
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Uh Do that Northside for life
When you talk behind my back you feel you lack
In 2000 Big E the real pitt on the track
Chitter chatter it don't matter
Me myself woman flatter
If you talk down you'll f**kin' round
Get ya brain splatter
But we talkin' street sweeps and glocks
Some thugged out niggas
That bring heat to blocks
We some swisha sweet
Smokers boys rich as Oprah
We in the club smokin' okra back of the strip like purple
Party with gardies smoke trees like jet skies
Major playas who make goals like Gretsky
Why ya'll mad talkin' like ya'll turned fed
I know ya'll the type of faker who likes bread
From the dead end section Houston Texas
Get a new car every year don't need a slash
I'm a CEO they wanna see me flow
Northside screwed up makin' music go slow
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
Why y'all Still Talkin' Down
