Busta Rhymes, J Dilla & Lil Wayne – Talk Ya Shit Lyrics

Talk Ya Shit

Busta Rhymes, J Dilla & Lil Wayne

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"Talk Ya Shit." - Busta Rhymes, J Dilla & Lil Wayne

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 02:32 pm

Album: Talk Ya Shit - Single

Track No: 01

Go 'head and talk your shit
Go 'head and talk your shit
Look
My money bag heavy in every town I lock up
Like loafs of bread jumpin' out the toaster when I pop up
Again because my stocks up, these bitches get they rocks up
With the stick, poke they Facebook and fill they inbox up
These **** full of shit like toilets when they stopped up
That's when I let your chick come through and lick my lollipop up
Yeah, there ain't no need to call a doc up
I kill 'em with these bars, somebody need to call the cops up
The streets is my vagina how I always fuck the blocks up
I'm always in the kitchen, I don't never put the pots up
Regardless what you feel, it's the God paradox'd up
Like you deserve a right and we should motherfuckin' swap up
Knocked 'em on they ass, yes, I'm surprised a **** got up
Incinerate rhymes, see all these bodies I'ma chop up
Crime scene raps, better clean all the blood spots up
Or get a nice clean slap in the face, sit down and watch us
Ooh, it's that time to give it to 'em
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Uh, we 'bout to style on these motherfuckers
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Listen, we 'bout to shake this bitch up right now
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Tunechi, go 'head and talk to 'em while you pass me the loud
Go 'head and talk your shit
Uh
Swisher rolled tight, clique roll tighter
I wave my red flag like a fuckin' bull fighter
Yeah, bitch, light the L-boogie
I been around the world, there's no place like pussy
I take one shot for my pain, one drag for my sorrow
I ain't doin' well, bitch, I'm doin' Wells Fargo
I get on the beat and leave the bitch bloody
Keep a hungry bitch with me that'll eat a bitch for me
You could blame it on Dwayne, it's all my fault
Bitch, I go hard, concrete sidewalk
Yeah, in Young Money we trust
She'd rather sleep with the enemy than sleep on us
I got the game in my hand, I'm playin' keep away
Don't judge me, I'ma beat the case
Yeah, big hog, blue lights, big dog, roof twice
I'm the crap, two dice, Tunechi
Ooh, it's that time to give it to 'em
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Uh, we 'bout to style on these motherfuckers
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Listen, we 'bout to shake this bitch up right now
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah
Tunechi, go 'head and talk to 'em while you pass me the loud
Go 'head and talk your shit
Yeah

Writer(s): Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne.

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