Talk Is Cheap

Dis man, don't trouble no one

But if you trouble dis man, he will bring a bam bam

What a bam bam, kay-a, diss and what a bam bam

Bam bam belong bam bam, bam bam belong bam bam

Big up the boom, big up the bang, some suckers can't hang

with all that ying yang, yang yang yang yang

It seems you talk mighty tough on your jams when you rap

Go in the hood, and you'll probably get SLAPPED

I know your type, you're a weasel, a weeble, a wobble

A weeble wobble, push you over, watch you topple

I never grew in the ghetto, but I slung in the ghetto

And I seen plenty of bums get done in the ghetto

So money knock it off with the tough guy imagery

You think I ain't tough, cause I don't talk tough?

Then scrimmage me - I think you got me wrongly pegged

I don't smoke blunts, I smoke stunts, so shake a leg

and make room for the big belly captain

Slappin up saps and respect when I'm rappin

Just because you see me in a suit, lookin cute

on an R&B jam makin loots with my troops

you wanna test ME?

The bum diddly diddly diddly diddly D, uh!

I think you got it all wrong, we're too strong

My crew last long, we drop bombs 'til the early morn

So knock it off, with the yikkity yak, the yakkity yak

and jump off the dilzznick

(Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak

(Talk is cheap!) What, you dirty little creep?

(Talk is cheap!) Watch your mouth when you speak

(Talk is cheap!) Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh

My name ain't Getty, it's Heavy, so don't gas me

You punks too slow, so you know you can't pass me

I wreck shop, I get props when I rock B

Some mad cop but they still stop and jock me

Yo I'm the Over-what? Punk, come and trouble what?

Punk, tell my momma what? Punk, eh-heh, eh-heh!

I get up and gallop and go, like a stall-ion

So nobody diss de cham-pion, WAHH!!

I know honeydips, with Coach bag money clips

And if money flips, I'll take his girl on a sunny trip

So okey dokey I like Smokey but I'll rob his son

for fun, if I had a gun, a gun

But I'm not a pistol packer, I'm a punani whacker

Ask Tammy, I'm a fanny smacker

Never fit the flunky, never juiced a junkie

Used to drink liquor but I hated Brass Monkey

Came on the scene when I was only a teen

Peace to T-Roy, a major part of the team

Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet

So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap

Bam bam belong bam bam Diss and what a bam bam

I got the wig, can you dig? I'm a tough nig

Sweeter than a fig big, peace to brothers doin bids

So you wanna play a game of catch up? You better back up

You can't mess up when you sleep they'll come and test ya tough

(Conjunction junction, what's your function?)

Hookin up mics and makin 'em work right...

Peace to all the new jacks who keep raps in formats

And all macks, and in fact, never forget the old cats

To them I show 'nuff various 'spect

Notice the dialect, when I foot step, I catch wreck

You're a shinin star, no matter who you are

Made a fancy record, now I drive a fancy car

When I was in school I thought it was cool, I had a cigarette

Then I found that cigarettes was only good for smelly breath

You're blind, so never you worry about me

I'm the H-to-the-E, A-to-the-V, Y-to-the-D

The mack daddy, one hundred percent beef patty

Drive around with Peppermint Patty in a pink caddy

Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar and sweet

So respect the beat (WHY?!) cause talk is cheap!

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