Talk to Me

Talk to me

Thats the only way I can find out whats going on (2x)

Now how and the fuck am I supposed to Know whats goin on

You nowin the truth but you steady just be holdin on

You harboring feelings but you don't be tellin me

When you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone

They tellin me you got a problem, if its a cancer

Baby the twista got tha cure that can solve it I got the answer

Too many guys, too many guns

Plenty muscle when I hustle

You think a nigga was takin enhancers

We need to holla and get it resolved like gentelmen

Because if we don't I got those the turn niggas feminine

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

I'ma just goin to end up and dumpin if we just don't holla bout somethin

Because you just might makin a plot to come murder me

Oh, your word to be, open heart surgery

Yeah you got a white t but I'ma be turnin motherfucka burgundy

I think there's a better way that we can handle this

So sit down and talk at the table, we got to be adamant

Takin a ride, and choppin it up in the phantom

As two niggas breakin it down like an analyst off the with cannabis

He say, she say

A nigga was steady be hearin the bogus remarks

Thought I was goin to have to go get it when it get dark

We talked about it, shit squashed

Talk to me

Thats the only way I can find out whats going on (2x)

Now how will I ever be knowin about when struggles arrive

If you don't be open enough to let me see inside

Right on the surface of things you thinkin that he's still alive

But since he's been incarcerated his spirit has died

He's sittin off up in the county while he goin be fightin a case

I'm seein the pain cause I'm lookin him right in his face

Never got caught off for pushin a bird

Now he goin be lookin and 30 for murder

Even though he ain't on the tape

Soon as he got locked up I had to visit him early

The truth was the homies and none of those niggas was worthy

He gave me my game and told me how bitches'll burn me

Damn, I want to kill of the district attorney

The loser aka the prosecuter was a steady accuser

Of my boy as bein around as the number one shooter

They sayin that the evidence is a rueger, a steady pursuer

What it do and make you disappear like the bermuda triangle

Why dangle a weapon in front of the court that I know he won't use

Now you in deep shit

Now I just gotta go pay off my lawyer's retainer

Homie gonna have a better defense

And I know that you ain't really feel like talkin about it

You want your freedom and just to put it past you

This is the only way that we can fight'em, dawg

So me and my lawyer goin sit down and ask you

Talk to me

Thats the only way I can find out whats going on (2x)