Why Y'all Still Talkin Down

(answering machine message)

Man that niggas a hoe man

This ol south ass nigga

You think you throwed

You aint throwed boy

Better take that weak shit on boy

This shit aint for kids boy

Leave it to the grown men son

Hoe ass nigga,weak ass nigga,dick in the booty ass

Nigga man,get that weak shit out of here man

Niggas don't play games around here boy

Fuck get took out in this game son

Better stay on the bench where its safe boy

Don't fuck around wit these real hawgs{*beam*

(chorus:big moe)

Why y'all still talkin down

(they still bumpin that trash)

Why y'all still talkin down

(gonna catch one in the mask)

Why y'all still talkin down

(we on points percise)

Why y'all still talkin down

(uh do that northside for life)

(big pokey)

Niggas know me cause i hawg the track

Low vouges on escalade's i bought me that

And everywhere i go i hall a gat

A platinum plus'll slash all of that

You know me i'm a balla black

I'm a ball till i fall have a ball attack

If i played for southern i'd hawg the swat

And i'm still a d dealer i hawg all the crack

Squash the chat i'm a c-e-o

Ask wodie for real ya'll ask c he know

Peep my steelo i'm off the chain

4 days out the week i'm flossin grain

4 month's did shows sasa (?)

Got me a house built (that's awesome mayn)

Knocked off the studio house of pain

And i fly first class first off the plane

(chorus)

(chris ward)

I'm chris ward i'm off the stone boulevard

I stay danked out and dranked out full of noise

If a hater got plex i'll pull his cards

Unplug ya lights and send you to the lord

Cause i heard threw the hate line you wanna take mine

Well pick a number nigga wait in line

Go threw jackas like these break em down

For i married the streets i went on dates wit crime

And i don't make club songs i make thug songs

Spitt verses and make niggas put they mugs on

You suckas can catch me in guess jeans and nugs on

Sellin on the same corner that you sell ya drugs on

Chris ward is on the block and the street is mine

And you don't wanna get caught up when i sweep the dime

I might sweep it early i might sweep at nine

And i don't care if you sleep wit ya heaters

Because i creep with mine

(chorus)

(big e)

When you talk behind my back you feel you lack

In 2000 big e the real pitt on the track

Chitter chatter it don't matter me myself woman flatter

If you talk down you'll fuckin get ya brain splatter

But we talkin street sweeps and glocks

Some thugged out niggas that bring heat to blocks

We some swisha sweet smokers boys rich as oprah

We in the club smokin okra back of the strip like(?)

Party with gardies smoke trees like jet skies

Major playas who make goals like gretsky

Why ya'll mad talkin like ya'll turned fed

I know ya'll the type of faker who likes bread

From the dead end section houston,texas

Get a new car every year don't need a (??)

I'm a c-e-o they wanna see me flow

Northside screwed up makin music go slow

(chorus)

(talking till end)