Quezo - Hear 'Em Talk Lyrics

Ayo, Quezo
Waddup brodie
I hear these niggas talkin
I gotta few words for em tho
Fuck yall, ima let it Smackdown if you act Raw
Most yall, talkin out ya neck should get a broke jaw
No stall, switchin gears faster than a nascar
I'm Divine nigga
I'm the illest in the veta
I illustrate wit a pen and paper
Searchin thru my data for different ways to annihilate ya
First decapitate ya and eat ya brains on the dinner table
Mentally unstable but get in her stomach like a naval
Big bank nigga I believe that I was born to win
I just invest some property get the dividend
Boss shit nigga his empire came from nothin bitch
Fuck yall niggas who didnt think he was goin to win
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day (man fuck these niggas man)
And I just laugh in they face (nah forreal)
Fuck any nigga that hate (man fuck all that shit)
And show respect to my face
Yea
Fuck all that friendly shit (forreal) cause I know you talk behind back
I said that I trust you, that's my fault I shouldn't of told you that (my bad)
Now why you got them folks all in my business wanna know all that (why)
Like up on that hill ween got that Jill when we go and Jack (c'mere)
Gossipin like a bitch my nigga ion like that (my nigga)
Spray the block down like hol on I'll be right back (my hitta)
Ima cool nigga but them bullets like to bite back (pull the trigger)
Have a nigga Harlem Sh-sh-shaking like a heart attack (and now he dinner)
But "niggas die everyday B"
Til it's one of yours (one hunnid)
We know you aint pullin up, specially wit them marble floors
You's a church guy huh, better keep on praisin Lord (Amen)
Ceego wit that stick a knock you right up off yo high horse
I need a machete, a K wit a stock, some bullets, scope, laser, extendo, and vest
A mask, some gloves, a bag, all black, and bows my nigga not Ron Artest (bows)
No I'm not a doctor but I think that's cardiac arrest
Terminator, he survive that robotic arms and legs (gang)
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day
And I just laugh in they face
Fuck any nigga that hate
And show respect to my face
Yea
Step in the arena you about to be a casualty
You comin at Divine then you better have a strategy
9 in my hands turn ya brains into jello
Know I'm comin wit the Thunder but a nigga stay Melo
Money flowin in the bank but I'm not talkin bout a river tho
Mozart wit the nina cause a nigga love them figaros
When she on her knees it's the magic flute when shawty blow
Open you like envelopes now all of your intestines show
I'm the typa nigga to purge after the purge
That's my homie, he the plug, protectin em like a surge
I'm superb, let's concur, your majesty has occured
All you wack mothafuckers are a blur
Hit the curb
If you want that smoke then I'll be comin at ya neck
I'm like a cig too much smoke will leave you talkin out ya neck
I gotta stay ready
This gonna get bloody like Freddy
I will put this knife in ya belly
And twist it up like it's spaghetti
Pussy nigga, aye, but
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day
And I just laugh in they face
Fuck any nigga that hate
And show respect to my face
Yea

Ayo, Quezo
Waddup brodie
I hear these niggas talkin
I gotta few words for em tho
Fuck yall, ima let it Smackdown if you act Raw
Most yall, talkin out ya neck should get a broke jaw
No stall, switchin gears faster than a nascar
I'm Divine nigga
I'm the illest in the veta
I illustrate wit a pen and paper
Searchin thru my data for different ways to annihilate ya
First decapitate ya and eat ya brains on the dinner table
Mentally unstable but get in her stomach like a naval
Big bank nigga I believe that I was born to win
I just invest some property get the dividend
Boss shit nigga his empire came from nothin bitch
Fuck yall niggas who didnt think he was goin to win
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day (man fuck these niggas man)
And I just laugh in they face (nah forreal)
Fuck any nigga that hate (man fuck all that shit)
And show respect to my face
Yea
Fuck all that friendly shit (forreal) cause I know you talk behind back
I said that I trust you, that's my fault I shouldn't of told you that (my bad)
Now why you got them folks all in my business wanna know all that (why)
Like up on that hill ween got that Jill when we go and Jack (c'mere)
Gossipin like a bitch my nigga ion like that (my nigga)
Spray the block down like hol on I'll be right back (my hitta)
Ima cool nigga but them bullets like to bite back (pull the trigger)
Have a nigga Harlem Sh-sh-shaking like a heart attack (and now he dinner)
But "niggas die everyday B"
Til it's one of yours (one hunnid)
We know you aint pullin up, specially wit them marble floors
You's a church guy huh, better keep on praisin Lord (Amen)
Ceego wit that stick a knock you right up off yo high horse
I need a machete, a K wit a stock, some bullets, scope, laser, extendo, and vest
A mask, some gloves, a bag, all black, and bows my nigga not Ron Artest (bows)
No I'm not a doctor but I think that's cardiac arrest
Terminator, he survive that robotic arms and legs (gang)
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day
And I just laugh in they face
Fuck any nigga that hate
And show respect to my face
Yea
Step in the arena you about to be a casualty
You comin at Divine then you better have a strategy
9 in my hands turn ya brains into jello
Know I'm comin wit the Thunder but a nigga stay Melo
Money flowin in the bank but I'm not talkin bout a river tho
Mozart wit the nina cause a nigga love them figaros
When she on her knees it's the magic flute when shawty blow
Open you like envelopes now all of your intestines show
I'm the typa nigga to purge after the purge
That's my homie, he the plug, protectin em like a surge
I'm superb, let's concur, your majesty has occured
All you wack mothafuckers are a blur
Hit the curb
If you want that smoke then I'll be comin at ya neck
I'm like a cig too much smoke will leave you talkin out ya neck
I gotta stay ready
This gonna get bloody like Freddy
I will put this knife in ya belly
And twist it up like it's spaghetti
Pussy nigga, aye, but
Let's get this clear
MPR we been ballin in here
Ima throw some bands in the air
Babygirl shake that ass over here
I hear em talk every day
And I just laugh in they face
Fuck any nigga that hate
And show respect to my face
Yea