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Can I Talk to You
Cassidy feat. Jadakiss
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I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
Aiyyo, this Cassidy
And nigga this is not fuckin with me man
Yeah I'm talkin reckless, but you gotta respect it
It's in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Kiss talk to 'em man
Yeah, uhh, yo you know me, K-I-S-S, Kiss of Death
LP soon come for ya, bless bless
Metallic green paint on the Impala the SS
And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
Love how I'm hurtin your track, you wanna polly
But I'm sorta hard to reach like the dirt on your back
Hand to hand like I'm workin the sack
Now work out on my arms so I have no problem workin the mac
Uhh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 with 10 pumpers
Hustled with the best of them, did whateva it took
To make a quarter, I charged niggas to watch wrestlin
I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, double R
Full Surface, y'all bitches ain't ready yet
Yeah, New York is mine
Philly it's Cass, holla back!
I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest
I get skull, cause a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in your left breast
Go 'head, get your beef on, I let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you with nothin but your sneaks on
But they don't matter cause your feet's gone
Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You lil' boys better ease up
Cause them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
You want scrap roll your sleeves up
But, I'd rather squeeze cause I ain't tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my titty, I crack a dutch, sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got Kiss and them with me, dig me?
Cause you dudes is haters and if you bet that
I was gon' flop you gon' lose your paper
I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
Aiyyo, get it through your head, there's no stoppin me
Nigga the R is double, the surface is full, the block is D
All it take is a trey-eight and a mask, fuck Jada and Cass
I vision your face, waitin to blast
If money was food, y'all niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face, we eatin with passion
In the hood like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these motherfuckers why they runnin from us
They runnin from us cause they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides, you bugs better recognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs
In your chest through your vest and die
You on some sucka shit, so I leave a scar
On your face longer than the knife that I cut you with
I done paid my dues, so I'll blow your brains out
And then feed it to your seed like baby food
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I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
I need to talk to ya, okay
Can I talk to ya? (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Hey, let me holla at ya (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Yo, stop runnin from me
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