(Feat. Gunplay)
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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Talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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Glass of white Zinfandel
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Call in my nigga Dell
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Slang shit, gang thick
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That shit is for Sigadale
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Now everything is Rigadelia
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From now on, I order work
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Like a scale, I perform
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I got my young'un with me
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He ain't smart so I the nigga dumbing with me
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You'll probably get it later
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Noreaga, wild connects with Al Quaeda
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Godfather, kush stuffed in the Garcia y Vega
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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Talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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Talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Pour Crystal, please, pass that
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You feel hand-to-hand, I'm way past that
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I roll blunts, and ash that
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I'm on my white boy party shit, crash that
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So look in my eyes and see that I'm real
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Don't gotta talk about the things that I did
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You better talk to ‘em
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I walk through the hood and I'm by myself
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And the Tec-9 that’s under my belt
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It goes..
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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Talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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Talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Blow ashes in their face, call em ‘Ashy Face’
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Run a marathon, dumb dudes get knocked, erased
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Decapitate, I hire they head off
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On a platinum main course
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This is the main source
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Live at the barbecue, double dimmers an obstacle
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Blow green tropical, science is fiberoptical
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I maintain, this is my shit
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Heavy metal style, I had a hood marsh pit
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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Talk to ‘em
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Speak what's on your mind
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Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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Talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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They must not know (not know), they must not know
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Somebody better talk to ‘em
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‘Sup Baby Dale, Baby Dale
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Do what we gotta do like we just gotta do, man
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Around the corner for the percolator
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Keep the percolator percolated
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On the fire hydrant and now into this hold up
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You think it smelled that?
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Follow the energy!
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Follow the energy!
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Talk 2 'Em
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| N.O.R.E. |
