*featuring Jadakiss
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[Chorus]
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Yea, I need to talk to you, ok can I talk to you
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C'mon c'mon c'mon (hey, let me holla at you)
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C'mon c'mon c'mon (yo, stop runnin from me)
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[Cassidy]
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A yo this Cassidy & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
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And yea, I'm talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
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Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
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Yea Kiss talk to em?
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[Jadakiss]
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You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
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LP soon comin for yall bless bless
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Metallic green paint on the impala the S.S.
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And I figure the more niggas dead the less stress
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You love how I'm hurtin the track
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You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back
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Hand to hand like I'm workin the sack
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And I work out wit my arms so I'll have no problem workin the mac
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Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
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A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
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Hustled wit the best of them
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Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charge niggas to watch wrestlin
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I'm heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet
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[talking]
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Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.
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[Chorus X2]
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[Cassidy]
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You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
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Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest
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I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
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But less tlk you aint got no heart in yo left breast
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Go head get yo beef on
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I'll let my wolves get they eat on and leave you wit nothing but ya sneaks on
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But it don't matter cuz ya feets gone
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Now that's restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
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You little boys better ease up
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Cuz them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
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You wan?scrap roll ya sleeves up
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But I'll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
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Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
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I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
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Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon?flop you gon?lose yo paper.
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[Chorus X2]
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[Jada]
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A yo, get it through ya head there's no stopping me
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Nigga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
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All it take is a trey 8 & a mass nigga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
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If money was food yall niggas be fastin
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And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
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In the like we runnin numbers
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Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
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[Cassidy]
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They runnin from us cuz they petrified
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I lift guns for the exercise
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And I spray like insecticides
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You bugs better rcognize
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When the weapon rise you can catch slugs in ya chest through ya vest & die
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You on some sucka shit
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So I'll leave a scar on ya face longer than the knife that I cut you wit
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I done paid my dues so I'll blow ya brains out & then feed it to ya seed like baby food
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Bitch!!!
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[Chorus X2]
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Can I Talk To You
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Cassidy |