Slick Talkin' - Tame One
As we go on a take
It's on it's on
Yeah
J Zone in the
Mighty Mi in the
Tame One up in the
Yeah yeah  yeah
Dark skinned Christopher
Walken slick Talkin'
Out in Brix flossin't
Shirt ripped often
Wrapped around my
Head like it's a turban
Drinkin'Hennessey bourbon
Cursin'all over
The clean version
Middle fingers up
In my flicks
Ballin'out like
I'm one of the Knicks
Razor blades under my kicks
Pretty much
Down to fill up a dutch
Comin'through in the clutch
Those that's feelin'me
This is for us
Destruction tin blockers
And tag on gym lockers
Multiple pill poppers
That dream to kill coppers
Tame's to spit that gangsta sh*t
It's like when banks get hit
I'm bringin'tanks and sh*t
I got a street team full
Of w**d fiends that'll merk ya
So controversial I pay 'em
Off with the purple
Shoot to kill hooterville
Section still reppin'it
'Till the coffin's signed
With my last will and testament
Hot ta def with pasta breath
A mix of half dime of
Goodie with some rasta ses
God bless anybody who
Stress my next written
One of the best spittin'you
Soft like wet kittens
My peeps on one duece
Might bubble your goose
Continue wait with 2 thirty
Eights up under their suits
And then they come up on another
One in case they far nosed
My P P P people like black Sopranos
And you a big p**sy so
How you gonna rap
When I kidnap to wack you
Tie you up to a statue
Toss you in the Passaic
River bustin'at you
Your beef ain't even real
Like White Castle's