Talkin Loud

[Caz talking]<br>Uh yea, check this out here<br>Dedicated to busters, marks, tricks<br>Mickey ass niggas, whatever you may be<br>(Fake ass) Keep it real<br>{*beat starts*}<br>Uh, uh<br>Yea see we tryin to stay real up in these streets<br>You know what I`m sayin<br>Niggas talkin `bout things they drivin<br>On streets they can`t even park it on<br>You know what I`m sayin<br>And they talkin `bout things they wearin<br>That they can`t even spell, you know what I`m sayin<br>Baby if you can`t afford it, don`t speak on it<br>If you don`t live it, don`t beat it<br><br>[Bad Azz]<br>Look, never ever take your wives off the street<br>Cuz niggas`ll catch you slippin and pull out they heat<br>Everybody rappin ain`t talkin `bout nothin<br>Watch us rush to the front and hush `em the fuck up<br>We don`t give a shit, suck up, dick, when we come thru<br>I thought you knew, this Double L cool D rainin like terror<br>Wake up everyday and see my face in the mirror<br>Make me wanna mash more, I ain`t trippin<br>Get my cash so, that`s what the fuck a nigga blast fo`<br>You need to stop, all of that poppin on my crew<br>Cuz nigga the evil that men do<br>I`ll have a nigga twisted in the mix with this<br>I`m with my nigga Scoob ridin low tryin to get my chips<br>I told you motherfuckers from the jump to the finish<br>We gone do this, so end this, like a menace<br><br>[Chorus - Bad Azz] 2x<br>Why y`all be talkin loud<br>But don`t know what the fuck your talkin about<br>Just got down write me some cuts<br>Sample, of a song that`s tight<br>Don`t never let me see you touch a mic<br><br>[Caz]<br>I guess I gotta speak up on it, how I`m not feelin the game<br>Simple and plain, these motherfuckers should be ashamed<br>On how they flippin the bird, nigga absurd<br>The niggas I ball with ain`t never even heard of<br>You livin thru your raps, well busta I done traveled the maps<br>Now I`m hustlin for claps, don`t make me turn back<br>You little non-bangin nigga you don`t know me like that<br>To do it too low, cuz you know, I`ll stop your whole show<br>Keep that shit up out your fo`, we gone be alright<br>Go and hire a real hood, and make them motherfuckin pockets tight<br>Aight? Don`t speak up on it if you don`t be up on it<br>You ain`t from my hood, so I know you don`t see up on it<br>Sittin patient, waitin, a nigga get his turn though<br>Learned my buisness, Big Caz be my witness<br>Lyrical fitness, like four hundred to the chin<br>I could call out some names, but where would I begin<br><br>[Chorus 2x]<br><br>[]<br>Who breaks who off, who body is soft<br>My controlness becomes a loss, bosses, ah no boss<br>So test the stress, good luck, I hope you make it<br>I`m sittin on the corner side of the street screamin "Buck get naked"<br>The key is to gather this whole chatterness<br>Not trippin off the ghettoness, I live in the scandolous<br>It`s cool, cuz I live high to wild and rouze huh<br>Been over to many times, bitch you should lose so we could choose<br>Women of the world, please don`t envy me<br>Rather hold to your struggles, your pain, and mistreating<br>Walkin around here braggin about what you doin out here<br>While these niggas got your life in they hand, pimpin you<br><br>[Chorus til fade]