No Talkin' - Boyz N Da Hood: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

No Talkin'

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Hip-Hop/Rap

No Talkin' was released on June 21, 2005 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Boyz N Da Hood

Song Details

AlbumBoyz N Da Hood

Release DateJune 21, 2005

LabelBad Boy Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Boyz N Da Hood

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J. Jenkins

Songwriter

J. White

Songwriter

L. Dixon

Songwriter

M. Scott

Songwriter

S. Holmes

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jamie Newman

Assistant Mixing Engineer

H. Pierre

Associate Producer

Block

Executive Producer

Sean Combs

Executive Producer

Donnie Scantz

Mixing Engineer

Sanchez

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ay, I got a .45 magnum kitted

And you will rarely see me grab my dick without

Grabbin' it with it

If you want, I can tag you with it

And you can tell your fam

'Cause I'll let your whole family feel it

Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies

Hoppin' in and out of bed with ****

And turn around, sayin' your pimpin'

Man, you're trippin', ask your women

But she ain't heard you're listenin' to the man and griffin

I don't talk, I'm 'bout action, really

And I don't need a glass of Remy to cock back and blast the semi

Man, it's in me, I'm tellin' you, thuggin' in my bone

Get me wrong, I'ma put one off in your dome, ****

[Verse 2]

Do no talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 3]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 4]

I'm stuck in the gutter, my ****, life don't mean shit to me

I'm broke and my daughter cryin', and I'm lyin' to the jury

I see no hope in my future, abandoned by them folk killin' me

Boy, I swear, since my granny died, I don't know what got into me

I been thinkin' of suicide, no Nyquil to go to sleep

No dough just to wake me up and be forcin' myself to eat

Most my **** don't live right, my life throwed from the get go

Folk better try to get they mind right

Plus my nine 'bout to let go

We in the middle of the limelight

I'm 'bout to ride to the liquor store

We on the pills or that good weed

Talk and now I let the trigger go

I might ride through the hot spot

Police chillin' in they plain clothes

I might pull up in the hot bar, no talks back that in them lame hoes

[Verse 5]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 6]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 7]

Posted up in cul-de-sacs, with plastic gats and fifty packs

**** they pull drastic acts, twenty stacks will get you whacked

I touch your with that steel, cut you off like daffodils

Hit you with the button, leave you drowsy like some Benadryl

Past ten years been in the field, all the bills share many tears

Thought her baby boy get killed, but your baby boy hella trill

Keep it G for all to see, but all don't keep it G like me

All don't see shit how I see, couldn't be in the spots I be

Everybody know Big Duke is known to act a fuckin' donkey

Keep a chump dumped off in the trunk, that's why it's smellin' funky

MTV, don't try to punk me, leave that cracker head lumpy

Fuckin' hoes and bustin' for so long, they call me Humpty Dumpy

[Verse 8]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 9]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 10]

Close your eyes, let me take you there

Got a prison sentence tucked off in my underwear

62 grams, ****, servin' straight deuces

Young **** riding Magnum, squatting dub deuces

Mind on my money, money on my mind

Snitches call me up, agents on the line

For the love of these exotic cars

We'll risk it all, even time behind bars

My reality is your nightmare

And this is my life, it's no nightmare

I ain't slept in two weeks, shit, I'm paranoid

They snatched my partner up (Who?) the alphabet board

[Verse 11]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

[Verse 12]

No talkin', no fussin', no flossin', we shootin' to kill you

Your mama, your daddy, your aunts, and your uncles, the children

Boyz N Da Hood in the cutty, keep the pump in the building

You want it, it's nothing, whatever, we got it to give you

Written by: J. Jenkins, J. White, L. Dixon, M. Scott, S. Holmes

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