FANDOM

2,054,058 Pages

StarIconGreen
LangIcon
No More to Say

This song is by Trick Trick and appears on the album The People vs. (2005).

You know the days of talking is over
And there ain't too much more we can say
To try to get these different individuals,
Or muthafuckas as I like to call 'em
To just, shut the fuck up
Let's go

You witnessed the ass whooping, bones got broke
When the fifty calib blast, wouldn't last
Through the smoke as you choke
Pay attention bear witness to this muthafuckin' twitch that you excite
Cause none of the bullets hit you they missed you,
But we ain't trippin' wasn't after you,
Don't you piss, it's like a bitch them ni66az laughed at you
Now you agitated a little bit, acting just like a little bitch
I figured that you would surface I knew you happen to managed to pop shit
Saying Trick that, Trick this
When the balls that you have and if when I pop them
Should of died wit 'em, body and soul coulda burn
I'm a keep killing these bitches until everybody learn
Fuck time and it's time that these fuckers to start dyin'
I ain't sayin' this to say in this rhyme and I ain't lyin'
Man enough to say it and mean it, ni66az can be gone
I'm a do another verse but there ain't much more I can speak on

There's nothing more these words can say
This hard headed muthafucka just won't let it lay
So say a prayer for this playa' 'cause he's going to his grave
So stand clear bitches betta' get the fuck out my way.

Let me show you how I started as a starvin artist
This is Proof wit the truth regardless of all this
As my C-E-O and best friend of the essence
I won' why nobody in Detroit won't test him
Lesson learned, flesh get burned
Tex in turn, a scar hotter than the press and burn
Everlast the beef is over, you can sleep this over
Clique Benz took the streets wit soldiers
Including me I move and creep wit Uzi fleas that choose to lead
I'll put your dudes to sleep
Who is he (Trick) Trick no treat
That street life A-K that still'll lift your feet
The rest of these niggas is comical
I'm a go abdominal, split like a domino
Rhyming pro, sharp without a diamond, Go
Geronimo to any man wit pause
Murder you bitches, still screaming fuck the law!

There's nothing more these words can say
This hard headed muthafucka just won't let it lay
So say a prayer for this playa' 'cause he's going to his grave
So stand clear bitches betta' get the fuck out my way.

Credits

Written by:

Marshall B. Iii Mathers; De Shaun D. Holton; Christian Anthony Mathis; Luis Edgardo Resto

External links

Community content is available under Copyright unless otherwise noted.