Lyrics to Talk About It
(Khaliel)
From the pen to the streets
Straight to the hood, same day I got released
Dug up my money, one hundred forty G's
On the side of the house on 111th East
I'm that nigga where I come from
Niggas call me Scrilla where I come from
It's a whole gang of killin' where I come from
Ain't no tellin' who snitchin' where I come from
No parole, I'm free
Every day I used to duck the LAPD
Every play that I make is to motivate the streets
I got pink slips, deeds and LLCs
Rollie on my wrist, I just hit
Success is what it reprŠµsents
Still dressed up likŠµ an east side Crip
Everywhere I go I'm on my east side shit
I learned how to drive in an '85 Cutlass
38th, first gun I ever busted
108th, first time I got busted
Eatin' spreads out the liquor store, I really come from nothin'
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit (Yeah, uh)
I was writin' four-page letters from a cell
In 2012, givin' niggas hell
In 2012, it was a drought on the yayo
Don't care what it cost, bring it through, I'ma pay, bro
Slammed the gavel and the judge said, "Case closed"
Hit the county, it was back-to-back fades for me
'Cause I'm from BGC
We beef with the biggest gangs on the street
Hit the back of the dorm, move the bunks out the way
'Fore a nigga get me, I'm tryna knock off his face
Ayy, ayy, Broadway, nigga, get up fool
You got five fades in the back, they all head ups
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit
From the pen to the streets
Straight to the hood, same day I got released
Dug up my money, one hundred forty G's
On the side of the house on 111th East
I'm that nigga where I come from
Niggas call me Scrilla where I come from
It's a whole gang of killin' where I come from
Ain't no tellin' who snitchin' where I come from
No parole, I'm free
Every day I used to duck the LAPD
Every play that I make is to motivate the streets
I got pink slips, deeds and LLCs
Rollie on my wrist, I just hit
Success is what it reprŠµsents
Still dressed up likŠµ an east side Crip
Everywhere I go I'm on my east side shit
I learned how to drive in an '85 Cutlass
38th, first gun I ever busted
108th, first time I got busted
Eatin' spreads out the liquor store, I really come from nothin'
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit (Yeah, uh)
I was writin' four-page letters from a cell
In 2012, givin' niggas hell
In 2012, it was a drought on the yayo
Don't care what it cost, bring it through, I'ma pay, bro
Slammed the gavel and the judge said, "Case closed"
Hit the county, it was back-to-back fades for me
'Cause I'm from BGC
We beef with the biggest gangs on the street
Hit the back of the dorm, move the bunks out the way
'Fore a nigga get me, I'm tryna knock off his face
Ayy, ayy, Broadway, nigga, get up fool
You got five fades in the back, they all head ups
I could talk about the life 'cause I live it
I could talk about money 'cause I get it
I could talk about foreigns 'cause I drive those
I could slide through the city with my eyes closed
I could talk about comin' up from nothin'
Made a lot of money, but I'm still in the struggle
I could talk about all types of street shit
And how niggas mad 'cause they thought I wouldn't be shit