"Talk Is Cheap" as written by and Dwight/anslem Myers....
Dis man don't trouble no one
But if you trouble dis man, he will bring a bam bam
What a bam bam, diss & what a bam bam
Bam bam be-lam bam bam, bam bam be-lam bam bam

Big up the boom, big up the bang, some suckers can't hang
With all that ying yang yang yang yang yang
It seems you talk mighty tough on your jams when you rap
Go in the hood & you'll probably get slapped
I know your type, you're a weasel, a weeble, a wobble
A weeble wobble, push you over, watch you topple
I never grew in the ghetto but I slung in the ghetto
& I seen plenty of bums get done in the ghetto
So money knock it off with the tough guy imagery
You think I ain't tough, cause I don't talk tough?
Then scrimmage me - I think you got me wrongly pegged
I don't smoke blunts, I smoke stunts, so shake a leg
& make room for the big belly captain
Slapping up saps & respect when I'm rapping
Just because you see me in a suit, lookin cute
On an R&B jam makin loots with my troops
You wanna test me?
The bum diddly diddly diddly diddly D, uh!
I think you got it all wrong, we're too strong
My crew last long, we drop bombs 'til the early morn
So knock it off, with the yikkity yak, the yakkity yak
& jump off the dilzznick

Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
What, you dirty little creep?
Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh

My name ain't Getty, it's Heavy, so don't gas me
You punks too slow, so you know you can't pass me
I wreck shop, I get props when I rock B
Some mad cop but they still stop & jock me
Yo I'm the over-what? Punk, come & trouble what?
Punk, tell my momma what? Punk, eh-heh, eh-heh!
I get up & gallop & go, like a stallion
So nobody diss de champion, wah!
I know honeydips, with coach bag money clips
& if money flips, I'll take his girl on a sunny trip
So okey dokey I like Smokey but I'll rob his son
For fun, if I had a gun, a gun
But I'm not a pistol packer, I'm a punani whacker
Ask Tammy, I'm a fanny smacker
Never fit the flunky, never juiced a junkie
Used to drink liquor but I hated brass monkey
Came on the scene when I was only a teen
Peace to T-Roy, a major part of the team
Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar & sweet
So respect the beat
Why?
'Cause talk is cheap

Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
What, you dirty little creep?
Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh

Bam bam be-lam bam bam, bam bam be-lam bam bam
Bam bam be-lam bam bam, diss & what a bam bam

I got the wig, can you dig? I'm a tough nig
Sweeter than a fig, big, peace to brothers doing bids
So you wanna play a game of catch up? You better back up
You can't mess up when you sleep they'll come & test ya tough
(Conjunction junction, what's your function?)
Hookin' up mics & makin' 'em work right
Peace to all the new jacks who keep raps in formats
& all macks, & in fact, never forget the old cats
To them I show 'nuff various 'spect
Notice the dialect, when I foot step, I catch wreck
You're a shining star, no matter who you are
Made a fancy record, now I drive a fancy car
When I was in school I thought it was cool, I had a cigarette
Then I found that cigarettes was only good for smelly breath
You're blind, so never you worry about me
I'm the H-to-the-E, A-to-the-V, Y-to-the-D
The mack daddy, one hundred percent beef patty
Drive around with Peppermint Patty in a pink caddy
Everything is Mop & Glo, sugar & sweet
So respect the beat
Why?
'Cause talk is cheap

Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
What, you dirty little creep?
Talk is cheap!
Watch your mouth when you speak
Talk is cheap!
Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh


Lyrics submitted by vchamberlain

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