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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Dorsey
Songwriter
Craig Lawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KLC
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, ya heard me?
Ain't nobody wanna holla
I done shook back like a four and a half heart
Now everybody wanna holla
If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla
[Verse 2]
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Now that I'm back on my feet)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (When you see me in the streets)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Act like you don't know me)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I don't wanna holla)
[Verse 3]
You know how it is when you ballin', everybody wanna holla
But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners
**** be acting funny, hoes, they wanna duck ya
Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna fuck ya
You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone
You ain't working with nothing, they want ya to leave 'em alone
You ain't working with nothing, they sayin' they ain't home
You sayin to yourself, "Boy, that ho wrong"
I'ma get you, wait till I get my shit straight, I'ma fix you
I got a K bag for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up
And while I'm doin' that, I'm bout to fuck the game up
A year ago, I was fucking my veins up
Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up
The tables done turned, now everybody wanna talk
If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna talk
[Verse 4]
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Now that I'm back on my feet)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (When you see me in the streets)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Act like you don't know me)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I don't wanna holla)
[Verse 5]
When I was on my ass, **** was acting funny
**** was shoo-shooing, look what the dope done him
**** done me bad, I couldn't get nothing
Now they see me shining and holla, "What up cousin?"
Ain't nothing, better get the fuck on 'fore I sneak ya
Only real **** can holla at me for a feature
Bitch ****, I ain't fucking with your kind
So don't attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope)
I don't want cha number (Nope), I don't wanna be your friend (Nope)
I don't want your tracks, I fuck with Medicine men (Yep)
I don't want no crap, don't you grin in my face
'Cause I know it's fake, make me spit in your face
I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move
And I feel like Ludacris, bitch you better move
Get out the way, while I'm walking through
If you ain't real, I don't wanna talk to you
[Verse 6]
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Now that I'm back on my feet)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (When you see me in the streets)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Act like you don't know me)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I don't wanna holla)
[Verse 7]
Ooh, they got these ****
Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks
Go to the feds looking at life
Be home in about three years
You know something ain't right with that
[Verse 8]
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Ya done got an early release)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Looking at life and done three)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I know you work for the police)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I don't wanna holla)
[Verse 9]
Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey
You don't know who is who, the game done got shady
**** play hard, get popped and start faking
Get off the deal of rap, they hop up and take it
Look up next week, ya shops is getting raided
Scared to go to the pen, they know they can't make it
Calling me collect, I'm hanging up in they face
Trying to talk in codes, I know the call being traced
I ain't the one to play, I know you can't be trusted (No)
Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah)
Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw
I thought you was a G, you ain't as real as I thought (Ooh)
You went against the code, you disrespected game
You lost your ghetto pass going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh huh)
[Verse 10]
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Ya done got an early release)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (Looking at life and done three)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I know you work for the police)
Don't talk to me, don't talk to me
Don't talk to me (I don't wanna holla)
Written by: Bob Geldof