Well, I'm just gonna tell you   We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it   And all that acting you doing, we see through it   Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it      Now I say my rap reflect the enemy   Passion and positive energy   Y'all talk about killing, it don't surprise me   Tripping 'bout a nigga, don't judge me wisely      But I ain't 'bout to holler or scream at you   You can look in my eyes and tell what I'd do   I'm a charge at niggas and you know I'm true   But goddammit, fuck nigga this one for you      I know how it go, I done been out there before   Heard it's goddamn time to blow   Stomping niggas down till they don't want no more   Trying to get some Polo's straight out the store      Some gone, some just can't let it go   I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know   I'm the same motherfucker from 84   And I still do it in the aftershow      And I don't like to feel like I'm being tried   I ain't bullet-proof, plenty nigga done died   But I damn sho' ain't finna go and hide   I got one on me and I'm down to ride      I ain't trying to say I got all the game   I got fame but a million I can't claim   So respect me playa and I'll do the same   But neither one is guaranteed to have the best aim      Well, I'm just gonna tell you   We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it   And all that acting you doing, we see through it   Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it      The revolution has begun   Handle your business playa   Devoted to the game and dope   Cut-throat ways will get you paid in full   Pull a rabbit out the hat trick, magical quick      Slick it's like a porn flick   Umm, imagine having money so big   It makes you look like a pig   Get your big behind      You remind me of swine with your fat nose   Stuck in your pose and thread bed that shawty   Lame with your game, put it all on the table   Got your label and your fast cars   And your bodyguard looking hard      Throwing your cheese, for them rats its snacks   I'm like a egg bout' to hatch, Tony, horny, I'm macaroni   Commercialize suckers looking like busters   I'd ride for the kings and queens of my motherfucking team      Spark in the night, umm, we 'bout to fight   Haters, come and say that shit   Dammit these fools gonna have to take us together   How the fuck, ever you want it, get to it, Swats      Well, I'm just gonna tell you   We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it   And all that acting you doing, we see through it   Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it      The streets making you feel like a real G   But we Georgia finest, our Fulton County fleet   You still putting thangs up in your mouth   'Cause you been pacifired, since you was knee-high      All your life in school, that's the reason   Why you couldn't learn nothing?   Runt, at the tender age of 18   Books no longer hold your attention span   Short term but you can sho' enough count that green      Something you just can't coach   Don't sing it, bring it   I usually caught me at least one fool a game   You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to      But don't let me get on a case of this drank   Leak to my heart, elevate to my brain   Make you wanna walk that plank   You'd better swim motherfucker   'Cause bullshit don't float, you are what you eat      See you remind of this goat   That I had by the hairs of his chinny-chin-chin   Curbing over some yellow rice, you can't do shit   Might as well hit the graveyard shift      Somewhere at McDonalds or Burger King   Grab a taste or spill, over some hairs, nobody cares   And we do assholes that grip leather chairs      Well, I'm just gonna tell you   We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it   And all that acting you doing, we see through it   Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it      I used to hang out, smoke out, fuck out, bang out   Run your mouth wrong, got your front tooth took out   On the spot bodies with no heads, no legs, no feet   Left em' out in the open scoping that ass out for weeks      Never speaking, busting, breaking brains   Berettas brought the rain back and forth   Trigger action, snatch it up, load it up   Hit the door, gotta call, yo' he at the mall      Fuck it all, hit 'em one, two, three times   I was scared the first shot   But liked the second and third   Left him hollering and screaming      Dreaming for another chance to live   Had it up yesterday but today its mine   Bust your ass one more time   For the niggas on the grind, so go and hide      Well, I'm just gonna tell you   We ain't 'bout that talking homeboy, we'll do it   And all that acting you doing, we see through it   Fuck hollering and screaming let's get to it, let's get to it