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Talk to me
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Thats the only way I can find out whats going on
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Now how and the fuck am I supposed to Know whats goin on
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You nowin the truth but you steady just be holdin on
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You harboring feelings but you don't be tellin me
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When you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone
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They tellin me you got a problem, if its a cancer
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Baby the twista got tha cure that can solve it I got the answer
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Too many guys, too many guns
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Plenty muscle when I hustle
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You think a nigga was takin enhancers
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We need to holla and get it resolved like gentelmen
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Because if we don't I got those the turn niggas feminine
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I'ma pursue when I pop it to'em they're goin to be choppin and screwin as if I swallowed a bottle of benalyn
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I'ma just goin to end up and dumpin if we just don't holla bout somethin
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Because you just might makin a plot to come murder me
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Oh, your word to be, open heart surgery
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Yeah you got a white t but I'ma be turnin motherfucka burgundy
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I think there's a better way that we can handle this
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So sit down and talk at the table, we got to be adamant
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Takin a ride, and choppin it up in the phantom
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As two niggas breakin it down like an analyst off the with cannabis
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He say, she say
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A nigga was steady be hearin the bogus remarks
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Thought I was goin to have to go get it when it get dark
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We talked about it, shit squashed
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[Chorus]
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Now how will I ever be knowin about when struggles arrive
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If you don't be open enough to let me see inside
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Right on the surface of things you thinkin that he's still alive
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But since he's been incarcerated his spirit has died
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He's sittin off up in the county while he goin be fightin a case
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I'm seein the pain cause I'm lookin him right in his face
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Never got caught off for pushin a bird
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Now he goin be lookin and 30 for murder
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Even though he ain't on the tape
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Soon as he got locked up I had to visit him early
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The truth was the homies and none of those niggas was worthy
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He gave me my game and told me how bitches'll burn me
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Damn, I want to kill of the district attorney
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The loser aka the prosecuter was a steady accuser
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Of my boy as bein around as the number one shooter
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They sayin that the evidence is a rueger, a steady pursuer
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What it do and make you disappear like the bermuda triangle
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Why dangle a weapon in front of the court that I know he won't use
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Now you in deep shit
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Now I just gotta go pay off my lawyer's retainer
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Homie gonna have a better defense
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And I know that you ain't really feel like talkin about it
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You want your freedom and just to put it past you
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This is the only way that we can fight'em, dawg
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So me and my lawyer goin sit down and ask you
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[Chorus]
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Talk To Me
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Twista |