[Intro: Sheek Louch]
Talk about it
You don't live it, you talk about it
Uh, talk about it
You don't live it, you talk about it
N***as talk it but ain't livin' it
Woo!

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Uh, read it and weep on em'
His jewelry look cheap on 'em
Them goons gone sleep on 'em
Late night they gon' creep on 'em
Man, talk 'bout it, the hood
Talk about it, them guns
Talk about it, them bitches
Talk about it, your ones
You don't live it, you just talk about it

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Countin' blood money in the telly
I'm hangin' up talkin' drug money on the celly
Nice whip, bigger houses
Bitch ain't blind she she a n***a outfit
Gangsta mobsta, I'm in the outfit
Mafioso, Trey Ocho
Either pays up or sprays up the po-po
Your gangstas local, mine is bi-costal, rather worldwide
I used to sling girl on my girl ride, hopin' that the world die
Heart darker then Gotham
Raised by wolves, this rich n***a's a problem
Know about stardom, top down in Harlem
Rock the Apollo, rocked out the Garden
Milk white whip, I'm lactose intolerant
Yeah, I'm a ghost but I got goons and goblins
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Uh, read it and weep on em'
His jewelry look cheap on 'em
Them goons gone sleep on 'em
Late night they gon' creep on 'em
Man, talk 'bout it, the hood
Talk about it, them guns
Talk about it, them bitches
Talk about it, your ones
You don't live it, you just talk about it

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, yeah
Talk about it, naw, be about it
Inquirin' minds wanna know if he about it
Nothin' can really go down unless he allow it
'Cause his arm in the hood is as strong as a ki of powder
Next question is what it cook like though?
And it sound good, but that ain't what it look like though
Your life's a bitch and I can't wait to book that hoe
I ain't no rapper, dawg, I'm a crook that flow
Yo whip cost a half a mil, talk about it
When you see my shit parked, walk around it
You could just smell my weed and cough around it
Ain't no need tryin' to leave, you're all surrounded
You gon' learn the hell fire's real
When the king talk, you can't tell sire to chill
He'll have your body all in the ground with chalk around it
And that's somethin' to talk about, so talk about it
What's up?
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Uh, read it and weep on em'
His jewelry look cheap on 'em
Them goons gone sleep on 'em
Late night they gon' creep on 'em
Man, talk 'bout it, the hood
Talk about it, them guns
Talk about it, them bitches
Talk about it, your ones
You don't live it, you just talk about it

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
Every verse you tell me what you buyin'
Feel free to just stop lyin'
You ain't get a deal yet, stop tryin'
Why you goin' through her phone? Stop spyin' (She with me)
N***as talkin' it, it's unfortunate, you ain't poppin' nothin', n***a, put a cork in it
I bagged up kilos for real
I was in the street wavin' that steel
Fightin' in the street they cut my n***a Bill
When your homies die, it take time to heal
I been hard as nail
I swam with the whale
I been had money, I just never had the sales
Couple million sold, probably went gold
The same chick you datin'll drink my whole load
Don Don the great, n***a, I'm straight
But why you on camera if you really movin' weight?
Haah?
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Uh, read it and weep on em'
His jewelry look cheap on 'em
Them goons gone sleep on 'em
Late night they gon' creep on 'em
Man, talk 'bout it, the hood
Talk about it, them guns
Talk about it, them bitches
Talk about it, your ones
You don't live it, you just talk about it