[Z-Ro:] Since 
I be rollin' by myself, 
I keep that bitch 
Nina with me 
And If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me 
Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude, rude 
Fuck around & get stole on, if you fuck-up my moves 
Dude, finally 
I found myself, 
I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em '
Cause eventually 
I would've drowned myself 
Already need a anger management class 
See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation 
I damage his ass 
Soldier that's what 
I be. So bitch, why you tryin' to play me like a 
H O E? Turn me loose so 
I can make it to the 
T O P It's like 
I'm in a bucket full of 
C R A B's, but 
I keep climbin' 
And I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums 
Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns '
Cause they can't see me, bitch 
I'm invisible to the hate 
Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin' chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus:] 
Talkin' Down 
On Me from a safe place, now 
I'm in your face. 
What you gon' do now? 
Barrettas & 
Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if 
I burst 'em. 
What you gon' do now? 
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. 
You done fucked-up now. 
No bustin' in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. 
I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro:] 
Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back 
Talk Down 
On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat 
I bet you won't do that, 
I bet you scared of that iron 
Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line 
You ain't never seen the 
Pen nigga, the penitentiary 
They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me 
I smoke more & sip more than ever before 
Muthafuckers be on my nerves, so 
I lean on that dro 
Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made 
Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way 
I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin' to sink me 
Sendin' police after me & tryin' to link me 
To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin' 
Tryin' to throw me off my note, so 
I can't do no stackin' 
Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail 
Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail. [Chorus:] [x2] 
Talkin' Down 
On Me from a safe place, now 
I'm in your face. 
What you gon' do now? 
Barrettas & 
Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if 
I burst 'em. 
What you gon' do now? 
Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. 
You done fucked-up now. 
No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. 
I done lucked you out now.