(some) Chitchat (5:07) Lyrics - Urban Dance Squad

This ain't no middleclass, talkin' some ghettotrash 

but the whole ghettofash(ion) seems to spread quickfast 

nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum 

nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum 

nowadays you can't tell who's a hoodlum, 'cos 

everyone tries be packin' to suspense to 

like robert ludlum 

and every cupid proclaims that he shoots it 

and front with a stunt to move - troop it 

all portray, quick to say 

that they're hard all the way 

but he play seems to fade 

when they have price to pay 

well I know so brother who buck you down for nothin' 

listen up stupid, 'cos I tell a little something 

Some chitchat, some pull a gat for that 

some chitchat, some pull a gat for that 

One day I had to witness this sort of heavy riff 

it seemed like a trip 

how they moved that quick 

this pitiful vic never knew what hittem 

glock on the temple 

make the dome just drip some blood 

sure he was a young blood, physical prime and fit 

and the whole neighbourhood shook heads negative 

but he had it comin', ending stiff 

later on I figured out motormouth 

talkin' loud, now stonecold on the ground 

turnin' blue, these bodies do 

but not because of shame 

talkin' untamed 'bout some name 

make your family mourn your name 

so some don't start lookin' 

when some words are spoken 

Once again, I ain't the one who pulls all the stunts 

low pro, this I know 

calmer than one on the blunt 

never do what I'm told 

and my head I hold 

then again I'm prepared for the man who acts bold 

and my folks they know I love the glock 

but I ain't packin' for luck 

'cos then I'm stuck 

the way you live is the way you die 

some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high 

and the brothers at the gym 

well they know gat on the lap, selfesteem grows 

but I keep it as a secret, don't really live by the trigger 

just figure when you chat about that 

life ends much quicker