ALL TALK 2 Video (MV)

Yeah, Suave
(Damn, Murphy don't miss)
They like, "Suave why you ain't been dropping"
It's because I been copping, I been puffing on that chronic
I gotta get my mind right, cause losing just ain't the option
I got too much motion stopping
You capping, you need to drop it
That's "All Talk", know niggas remember that
I'm the one hopped on that track and told niggas to stop the cap
Told them boys, "Keep it a band"
If you talking then speak the facts
Why every time y'all make a song, y'all got the same flow in y'all raps ?
Fell off with my brothers, crashed the whip got another
Shorty thirsty but she got a man, so I can never love her
If she want I can take her down, we can play under the covers
Once I hit I got to leave like I got a call from my mother
That's enough punches
Stomp him in the ground with the gang cause we had to come jump him
'Member fighting on the block, hear the shots then take off running
If you get caught lacking, they'll pull the straps and tell you, "Run it"
Only can survive with your pride boy, you better come off it
And leave it where it's at
Like you want your life ? Cause that's some shit you can never get back
Why you tryna fight ? Cause my niggas carrying that get-back
I got some shit, you walk up on me, it's gon' make yo ass get back
Like Stevie Wonder I can't see
Why niggas be tryna be fake to me, this cannot be
How most these women want a good nigga to come for free
Shorty don't got a job, she don't cook and she does not clean
See what you want is somebody who can take care of you
You got me f*cked up, you really think I'ma spend a band on you
But I can get in the sheets and turn that fruit to a juice
I'm all up in her hands and her hair like she rubbing in Cantu
Real facts, I do not cap in my raps
This ain't basketball but my peoples gon' hit you with the trap
If I'm walking like a dyke, that means in my pants, it's a strap
I really hit his shorty up in her bed and pulled out her tracks
Feel like my karma is never being able to trust
Too many women with niggas still out here getting f*cked
If you think you gon' find a good one then nigga, good luck
Cause shorty having fun with them niggas only around to f*ck
That's reality when you living and you know it's true
The baddest biddies having kiddies with niggas that's through
Give up that (shh), for a night and I'ma do my do
I know you got some niggas, don't trip if I don't check in on you
Enough about the biddies, ways to get rich, I know plenty
I could sell these packs, load up them apps, or go slide through with simi's
Best believe 'bout mine, I'm on that time they ain't even got to send me
I'll go do that crime, won't catch no time and ask God to forgive me
Nigga, and ask him to bring me back
Like I can't do it by myself, I think I need a map
Get me away from all these fake niggas that's tryna rap
Cause I can listen and just tell what you talking 'bout cap
Like you ain't sliding down no blocks and you ain't out sending no shots
You running 'round with a BB gun, you are not toting no Glock
Got all eyes on me like I'm Pac
Screaming out, "Thug life till I drop"
I don't initiate, but if you threat, I will pull out the chop'
Blood on the floor, he need a mop
You play with me you might get dropped
The way he falling in the paint looks like 'Bron when he tryna flop
Finna drop bars like I'm rich and got gold
Told shorty, "I want the head, shoulders, the knees, and the toes"
And while we play with water, better hold your nose
I'm going under to plug you shorty, you might explode
I had to let it breathe
No, I ain't talking 'bout the beat but yo bitch on her knees
Balling like twenty-three
I'm jumping man, smoking that MJ, I'm high as can be
Bank teller calls me by my nickname
So when she say, "Mr. Johnson" that's the code for, "That shit came"