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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Dephtone
DJ Dephtone
Performer
Jadakiss
Jadakiss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Composer
Jason Phillips
Jason Phillips
Composer
Ray Russell
Ray Russell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Jesus "Poobs" Fernandez
Recording Engineer
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Dragan "Chach" Cacinovic
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah ****
So this is what it all boils down to huh? Huh?
This is what it's come to huh? Huh?
Playoffs
Yo booms, fuck that
We back, baby
[Verse 2]
I ain't asked you to fear it
Mandatory you think about it after you hear it
And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it
You know me, I swing back through and see who got hit after I air it
But it ain't about shit, **** mumble about my outfits
But I'm humble, I keep my mouth shut
Lacin' them well, it was destined for J's in the cell
I can make you a reservation to Hell
Then blow you out of the water, I'm out of your order
Me verse any rapper is slaughter
Something like a poet and an author
The only difference is that I mix slick talk with pain & torture
[Verse 3]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 4]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 5]
Yo I'ma take the responsibility for bringing it back
They rapping with hostility, meaning they whack
But then again, I feel 'em
Knowing that they up against a **** just like myself that'll kill em
Gotta spend a buck at the dealer for suede ceilings
Lotta bodies drop because of betrayed feelings
What other rappers you know made it and stayed dealing
Smart **** just fell back and they saved millions
These are pedestrian bars for the civilians
Shoes is Italian, handgun Brazilian
Open it up and see what Kiss brought ya
Slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 6]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 7]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya (Okay, wanna go to war?)
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 8]
Uh, yo, I flip words around
Sorta like birds and pounds
Rub shoulders in the industry with nerds and clowns
Give it to whoever deserve the rounds
Hollow tips, move organs and nerves around
Get money, fuck riffin'
I'm definitely cut different, I twist honey's, puff piffin'
Get my insight from an old G
With a good job and all that buddy love sniffing
Shit talker, playboy, British walker
Rather be home like, God please get 'em off us
After the sunshine it gets darker
Slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 9]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
[Verse 10]
One false move will cost ya
These lames will cross ya
Don't let the game extort ya
Try to learn from what the game has taught ya
I'm the author of slick talk, pain & torture
Written by: BUCKWILD, Jason Phillips, Ray Russell
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