Lyrics of ' Talkin' Ain't Walkin' ' by Lil' Wyte

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Yeah they call me Lil' Wyte
I'm back out on tha grind
I'm drankin' everyday
I'm smokin' on some pine

I gotta do it big
Until the day I day
You cool with me in my face
But a hater in disguise (What?)
You can get slapped down
When i'm your town
Poppin' off some rounds
When i'm on that crown
We usually pull up slow
With lights off and guns drawn
Everything bout to go
You ain't no hood ? might go home
Take it easy
They don't want shit
Except yo life
They'll even take a small fry
Some coke and your wife
You should of thought about circumstances
Repercussions and consequences
But you didn't
Now your swimmin' somewhere in the Mississippi

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

I ain't goin' no where
I been chillin' in the same cut
Smokin' on the same blunt
Feelin' on the same butt
Still fuck with the six
Still roll wit some killas'
Still hang wit a big cliche
And kick it wit drug dealers
So, whatcha' wanna do?
I can have your whole crew
Hog tied, buried alive
Underneath the swimmin' pool
But, no i'm not a evil dude
In fact i'm pretty fuckin humble
Four hundred thousand records
In the pit, ya hear my stomach bubble
I'm just gettin' started pimpin'
You ain't seen retarded pimpin'
Fuck it, i'll be modest to me
I'm the fucking hardest pimpin'
I can't spit it harmless
And horrific and the same time
Kill ya, bring ya to life
And get ya high with the same rhyme

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Okay you, ask me how I do it
I call it white boy magic
I'm not the only one rich
I just flash it with a passion
Shoulda' been missin in action
But now i'm back
White rappers better duck and hide
And for all the hatas I have arrived
So guard your grill
And avert your eyes
Smoke on, keep cheifin'
Ain't tryin' to ruin your weekend
But i'll fuck your mother though
And show you the real me
Then i'm theifin'
I be grindin'
While you whinin'
I be shinin' like a diamond
You thought that this dirt would still get work
Even if I was a realtor buildin' dollars
But, keep your head up
I was not tryin' to destroy your dreams
Like Katt Williams said "it's all good pimpin, you can hate on me"
The more you talk
The more it let me know
How walkers do it faster
Keep your mouth open
Runnin' at all times
Motha fuckaaaaa

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!

Hatas' talkin'
But hatas ain't walkin'
Until this fucking fight
These hatas ain't walkin'
Until this -
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!
Bitch slap that sucka!