Talkin' Bout You

[ VERSE 1: Rah Digga ] This's some shit for those that don't know me My raps be on point and I pull blunts slowly I drink Reezers when they stored in the freezers Cool as Black Ceasar, destroy your whole career for my leisure Watch tables turn when I set it Like payin niggas cash for hookin up my bad credit No Darkside Tales, strictly l's and sales You be waitin for my shit like niggas waitin for they bails I play pro, it's just the pre-season All y'all asthmatics in the house start WHEEZIN Cause ain't no tellin what I spew I bust more rhymes than shots bust Amadou Ooh - shit be in my head like that Niggas know me from the ave, be scared to rap So enjoy the fame now, cause I'm about to make it hard To your death like that _Different Strokes_ broad [ Hook ] Cause ain't no tellin what I spew Could be talkin bout me, could be talkin bout you Rappers got no clue of what I do When I'm talkin bout me, talkin bout you (Talkin bout you!) Blame it on the weed, blame it on the brew Talkin bout me, talkin bout you (Talkin bout you!) Every single word be true When I'm talkin bout me, talkin bout you [ VERSE 2: Rah Digga ] Comin with the rah-rah, I kick it in the alto Ghetto like Ecko while you're cornier than Southpole The rugged MC, I be that true head Shittin on your CD like the Escobar bootleg Back when I was a dirty girl.. now I be a dirty-ass woman Trust me, you don't want no lyrical run-in (I'm dusty, bitch) I got metaphors for all y'all rappin-ass ghetto whores Weak niggas use the same word to rhyme Got a hold of my demo, started usin punchlines I captivate whole circuits like the soul circus Knockin rappers off balance be my sole purpose Got heads on edge like four quarters Shit is real in the Ville like the nosey-ass reporters I'm takin over, that's word to ma du Gettin dollars, makin customers holler like John Woo [ Hook ] [ VERSE 3: Rah Digga ] Many can play, but it's only one winnin I put that on the number of the ciphers I done been in Pinnin, paddin, lots of roller sheets Watch the Brick City bitch warm mics like polar fleece "Put me on the joint, Rah" - Nigga, now who you? Askin stupid questions when you know I got a crew too "Come to the show, yo" - all in how you handle it Askin me the price when that's a question for my management Rhymin ain't a game, think it is when it ain't Like them niggas in a rush to get they money out the bank I'mma crush everybody, burn mics with force Break out to get the cash, take the Turnpike north Got the Squad's joint, think my shit is hot? Tell em they ain't heard nothin till my solo drop And if I strike a nerve, don't even make that a issue Cause you ain't seen the half if I really wanted to diss you [ Hook ]