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Can I Talk To You (Street Mix) - Cassidy/Jadakiss
Written by：Jeffrey Phi
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 running from me
A yo this Cassidy niggas is not f**kin wit me man
And yea I'm talking wreckless but you gotta respect it
It's in my dna man I was born to be a gangsta
Yea kiss talk to em
You know me K I S S kiss of death
LP soon coming 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 hurting 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 working the sack
And I work out wit my arms so I'll have no problem working 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 wrestling
I'm heavy threat d block double r full surface yall niggas ain't ready yet
Yea New York is mine Philly is cass holla back
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 running from me
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 running from me
You know me C A S S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 45's and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a b**ch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you ain't 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 feet's gone
Now that's resting 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 ain't trying to f**k 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
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 running from me
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 running from me
A yo get it through ya head there's no stopping me
Ni**a the r is double the surface is full the block is d
All it take is a trey 8 a mass ni**a its Jada cass
I vision ya face waiting to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fasting
And we stuffing our face eating wit passion
In the like we running numbers
Cass ask these mothaf**kas why they running from us
They running from us cuz 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 ya chest through ya vest
Die
You on some sucka sh*t
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
B**ch
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 running from me
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 running from me
