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Paroles de Can I Talk To You - (featuring Jadakiss)

(feat. Jadakiss)

Yea, 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 & niggas is not fuckin wit me man,
And yea, I�m talking wreckless but you gotta respect it,
Its in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta,
Yea Kiss talk to em�

You know me K-I-S-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall 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 yall niggas aint ready yet
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back.

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You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5�s and a fresh vest
I gets scout cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you aint 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 cuz ya feets gone
Now that�s restin in pieces so go meet Jesus
You little boys better ease up
Cuz them dudes you think hot�ll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan� scrap roll ya sleeves up
But I�ll rather squeeze cuz I aint tryin to fuck my trees up
Or wrinkle my dickie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
Cuz you dudes is haters & if you bet that I was gon� flop you gon� lose yo paper.

Chorus X2

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 & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall niggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us
They runnin from us cuz 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 & 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 & then feed it to ya seed like baby food

Chorus X2