"Who You Talking to" lyrics

Cutting through the city, I've got all my niggas with me
Nice on the mic but I'm better with the digis
Better with the line and the twenty pound phone
I asked him what he's got left, told me twenty brown stones
You ain't even stacked like twenty down homes
Last year I splashed like twenty down Sloane
Alone, yeah nigga in the zone
Got a nigga in the back with a twenty round chrome
And if you hear me say it on a track then it's gospel
'05, I was getting busy in a hostel
I washed two and a half and then I bussed two
Cut it with a something and they put it in their nostrils
Cocaine mixed with Henny
Counting every bit, I ain't tryna miss a penny
Nah I ain't missing any
I told him that it's raw yay but he didn't know it's mixed already

You live and you learn and you learn how to live
My vision is clear, I could come out the mist
I've got time on my wrist but I paid for it
I'm on my Ray J shit, can I make a wish?
Or can I say it was me who was first to hit?
People say drugs kill, I murder bricks
I burn down trees, I light up sticks
Blue sirens flashing, tighten licks
Had to expose man for coming out as a Crip
Bandanas ain't shit, I'm reminding the kid
Old school, couldn't buy me a portion of chips
Now I'm running through my city in beautiful whips
I'm watching these chicks and they're flipping their hips
I just give them the look, they'll be licking their lips
Put this pack in your pussy, we're taking a trip
O.T. nigga, finessing the strip