Can I Talk To You

[Chorus]

Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you

C'mon c'mon c'mon (hey, let me holla at you)

C'mon c'mon c'mon (yo, stop runnin from me)

[Cassidy]

A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,

And yea, I'm talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,

Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,

Yea Kiss talk to em…

[Jadakiss]

You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death

LP soon comin for yall bless bless

Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.

And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress

You love how I'm hurtin the track

You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back

Hand to hand like I'm workin the sack

And I work out wit my arms so I'll have no problem workin the mac

Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher

A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers

Hustled wit the best of them

Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin

I'm heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet

[talking]

Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.

[Chorus X2]

[Cassidy]

You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed

Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest

I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex

But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast

Go head get yo beef on

I'll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on

But it don't matter cuz ya feets gone

Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus

You little boys better ease up

Cuz them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up

You wan' scrap roll ya sleeves up

But I'll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up

Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky

I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me

Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon' flop you gon' lose yo paper.

[Chorus X2]

[Jada]

A yo, get it through ya head there's no stopping me

Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D

All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast

If money was food yall niggas be fastin

And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion

In the like we runnin numbers

Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us

[Cassidy]

They runnin from us cuz they petrified

I lift guns for the exercise

And I spray like insecticides

You bugs better rcognize

When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die

You on some sucka shit

So I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit

I done paid my dues so I'll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food

Bitch!!!

[Chorus X2]