Can I Talk To You

I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me Ayo, this Ca*sidy and niggaz is not f**kin' wit me man Yeah, I'm talkin' reckless but you gotta respect it It's in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta Kiss talk to 'em man Yo, you know me K I S S Kiss of Death LP soon come for ya, bless, bless Metalic green paint on the apala the S.S. And I figured the more niggaz 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 on my arms So I have no problem workin' the mack Never been a toe steppa, side switcher A fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers Hustled wit the best of dem Did whatever it took to make a quarter I charged niggaz to watch wrestlin' I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface Y'all niggaz ain't ready yet Yeah, New York is mine, Philly is Ca*s Holla back I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me You know me, C A S S, fresh dressed Just coped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest I get scout, 'cause a bitch mouth is the best s*x But less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left breast Go head, get ya beef on, I let my wolves get they eat on And leave you wit nothin' but ya sneaks on But it don't matter 'cause ya feets gonn Now that's restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus You 'lil boys better ease up 'Cause them dudes you think hot, will see Ca*s and then freeze up You wanna scrap? Roll ya sleeves up But I'd rather squeeze 'cause I ain't trynna f**k my trees up Or wrinkle my d**kie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me? 'Cause you dudes is haters And if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn lose ya paper I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me Ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin' me Nigga the R is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D All it take is a trey 8 and a mask Nigga it's Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin' to blast If money was food y'all niggaz be fastin' And we stuffin' our face, we eatin' wit pa*sion In the hood like we runnin' numbers Ca*s ask these mothaf**kas why they runnin' from us They runnin' from us 'cause they petrified I lift guns for the exercise And I spray like insectosides You bullz better recognize When the weapon rise You can catch slugs in ya chest Through ya vest and die You on some s*cka shit So I'll leave a scar on ya face longer Than the knife that I cut you wit I done paid my dews so I'll blow ya brains out And then feed it to ya seed like baby food I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me I need to talk to ya Can I talk to you? Ay, lemme holla at cha Yo, stop runnin' from me