Who They Talkin 2

Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again

I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African

Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again

I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African

Guess who's back again, here to wreck the track again

I split flames, and leave haters blacker than a African

When I attack I win, ain't no draws in this

You hearing it out the Boss Hogg, ain't no flaws in this

You bitch niggas got me pissed, trying to slander my name

Trying to cut a nigga wrist, after I hand you the game

Y'all some five percent homies, three bitch ass phonies

I guess I gotta show the world, that y'all ain't got nothing on me

You think you the Northstar, bitch you ain't the Northstar

You disappeared off the earth, fell off by far

He don't even got a car, just a white cup of bar

A one and a two liter, you ain't no block bleeder

I'm talking bout that little sorry hoe, named Lil Mario

When I left the house, I wanted to see just how far he'd go

Nowhere ain't shit changed, since back in the game

He's still broke with no hope, and I guess I'm to blame, ha

[Hook]

Guess who's bizack, back and stacking that do'

Getting green, is all we know

I won't leave my gat, gat in my lap when I roll

Try to jack, and get your bitch ass froze

[Slim Thug]

And who was this other cat, still scoring fifty packs

He 26 but selling dope in the bricks, since way back

I think they call him Black Mario, or Snake Skin

I don't even know this nigga, but I heard him hating

I am the Kappa, I heard you on the twelve tracks

Slim Thug you ain't no thug, I'll lay you flat on your back

Off top boy you wack, drop your pen and your pad

Everybody can't rap fa real, you sound bad

Why the fuck you hating on me, you don't know me nigga

How you gon say I'm a fraud, when you don't know me nigga

I understand your pain, trying to get you some fans

And the quickest way to blow up, is to hate on the man

I guess you wanted some attention, I can help you with that

But all attention ain't good, that's where you fucked up black

For the record nigga I'm grown, I don't fight no more

I got niggas on payroll, that stay ready for war

Trying to come up on my name, you should of knew better

Next time you hating on me, nigga do better

Bring on some competition, when you get to dissing

Take notes on this lesson, haters please listen

[Scarface]

It's a new game board, let me give you the rules

Get out of line, and I'm gon give you the blues - 2x

[Slim Thug]

Last but not least, talking down on the streets

It's my H J-Dog, you probably broke the peace

Out of em all, this the one that hurt the worst

I'm ashamed, but I gotta let my pain disperse

My nigga, at least I use to think so

I tried to help him but the nigga, sent me on a blank roll

Gave me a lot of sad stories, that came and went

God damn, how many times I paid your mama's rent

How many big faces I spent, trying to keep you out of trouble

I had your back through it all, cause nigga I loved you

Come to find out, all those sad stories was lies

I got my peace back, and no longer answered your cries

Think about it, all the bread I gave you nigga

You fucked over the one nigga, that tried to save you nigga

And you spent all that shit, getting high on fry sticks

You still hitting licks, and still ain't got shit, ha