I Don't Want To Talk About It
E.B.T.G Lyrics

I don't wan' talk about it
I refuse to discuss it.

Man I don't wanna talk about it
I emphatically decline to talk about it.

Man I don't wan' talk about it
I categorically reject any discussion of it.

And I don't wanna talk about it
I have no interest in discussing it whatsoever.

I'm makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
I'm making a great deal of money rapidly and I decline to discuss it.

Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
Absolutely not, I have no desire to discuss it.

I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
I killed someone's child and I refuse to discuss it.

I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
I engage in sexual activities with the most attractive women, but I won't discuss it.

I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
I'm still selling drugs and making profits, but I don't want to discuss it.

Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo
Ask me what my vehicle is so I can boast about my Ferrari Enzo.

My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
My girlfriend opened the car window so I could feel the breeze.

Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
I became wealthy enough to financially assist my relatives.

Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin'
My female companions and I are joyriding in the Moulin Rouge district of Paris.

They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga
My companions are engaging in sexual and striptease activities, and I'm not bothered by it.

Me, I handle business, God's my only witness
I effectively manage my affairs, and only God can attest to it.

Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?"
Observing a murder, questioning who committed the act.

Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne
I control the streets, so I carry a firearm for protection.

What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne
You get what you deserve when you cross powerful people.

I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy
I don't tolerate foolishness, ask others if you don't believe me.

I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
I attack you physically, knocking you to the ground.

For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
You're boasting nonsense, as if I don't possess firearms.

Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
I have guns and cars, and I handle drugs for a living.

Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich
We are successfully robbing and stealing for profit.

That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
My name is well-known throughout this entire area.

Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
I'm famous enough that people in any area are aware of me.

Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah
I have a lot of money, my car has a notable appearance.

Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
I carry a 45 caliber gun with 8 round bullets.

Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
People may dislike me, but I'm like a revered Roman emperor.

For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher?
I'm wary of unsavory individuals who are attempting to deceive me.

You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
You guys are bold, but I'm not intimidated as I'm at Johannesburg.

With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb
I'm with Nelson Mandela's relative, smoking a lot of marijuana.

Then back to the projects, low from the task force
Returning to a poor area, trying to avoid being caught by police.

The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch
We are selling more drugs than Scott Storch produces music.

I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks
I'm annoyed by those who exaggerate their drug dealings.

Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
I have my firearm and cocaine, my skin color is like Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon's mixed race children.

Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
I'm traveling in a 1960's vehicle that's in excellent condition.

Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's
My ride is an unidentifiable vehicle on 24 inch wheels.

More money more hoes, more money, more clothes
Having more money brings in more women and fashion.

Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah
I prefer to smoke a potent strain of marijuana called AK-48, not low quality weed.

I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
I perform in large venues, not small low-profile events.

And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh
My pants cost $3000 and they're not inferior quality.

Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low
My vehicle could be a 1968 MG, concealed while I look away.

Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
I'm like a Chevy Tahoe, armed with a loaded 9mm handgun.

You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
I'm high on hydroponic marijuana, while I'm being driven by a hired driver.

Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley see
Louis Vuitton fashion house upset me, your lady is in my Bentley.

And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty
I'm sexual with her on weekends, until she has nothing left physically or emotionally.

Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
I'll shoot you if you challenge me, causing your companion to also be in danger.

Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I'll injure you, requiring you to repair yourself and purchase a new car.

I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby
I'm unique, I speak and you should listen to what I say.

Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll explain how wealth affects people.

I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch
I'll let you drive my vintage car and see how it feels.

Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit
All of my pockets have money in them, which is why I feel great.

I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
I won't forgive or forget what you said or even your previous stance.

When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I hope that when you get shot, that's all you need. I'll shoot your car.

I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
I'm on drugs, I'm on high-quality marijuana.

Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch
Goodbye, you're a disloyal, unattractive, and not rich criminal.