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Can I Talk To You

This song is by Cassidy and appears on the album Split Personality (2004).

Yeah, 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)

A yo this Cassidy and niggas is not fuckin' wit me man,
And yeah, I'm talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yeah Kiss talk to em'

You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin' for y'all 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 y'all niggas ain't ready yet
Yeah, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.

You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest
I gets scout 'cause a bitch 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 'cause ya feets gone
Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
'Cause them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan' scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin' to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss and them wit me, dig me
'Cause you dudes is haters and if you bet that I was gon' flop you gon' lose yo paper.

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 and Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food y'all niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face and eatin wit passion
In the hood like we runnin' numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas 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 rcognize
When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest and 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 and then feed it to ya seed like baby food

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