Can I Talk To Ya Lyrics - Split Personality - Cassidy

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

A yo, this Cassidy and niggas is not fuckin' with me man 

Yeah, I'm talkin' wreckless but you gotta respect it 

It's in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta 

Yeah, Kiss, talk to 'em 

You know me K-I-S-S, kiss of death 

LP soon comin' for y'all bless, bless 

Metallic green paint on the Impala, the SS 

And I figure the more niggas dead, the less stress 

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You love how I'm hurtin' the track 

You wanna polly but I'm sort of hard to reach like the dirt on your back 

Hand to hand, like I'm workin' the sack 

And I work out with 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 with twin pumpers 

Hustled with the best of them 

Did whatever it took to make a quarter 

I charge niggas to watch wrestlin' 

I'm a heavy threat, D-Block double R 

Full surface, y'all niggas ain't ready yet 

Yeah, New York is mine, Philly is Cass, holla back now 

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

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Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

You know me, C-A-S-S, fresh dressed 

Just copped some new 45's and a fresh vest 

I just scout 'cause a bitch mouth is the best sex 

But less talk, you ain't got no heart in your left breast 

Go head, get your beef on, I'll let my wolves get they eat on 

And leave you with nothing but your sneaks on 

But it don't matter 'cause your feet's gone 

Now that's restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus 

You little boys better ease up 

'Cause them dudes you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up 

You wan' scrap, roll your sleeves up 

But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin' to fuck my trees up 

Or wrinkle my Dickie, I crack a dutch, sprinkle the sticky 

I know you pissed, I got Kiss and 'em wit me, dig me 

'Cause you dudes is haters and if you bet that 

I was gon' flop, you gon' lose your paper, nigga 

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

A yo, get it through your head, there'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 mass nigga 

It's Jada and Cass, I vision your face waitin' to blast 

If money was food, y'all niggas be fastin' 

And we stuffin' our face and eatin' with passion 

In the herd like we run in numbers 

Cass, ask these motherfuckers why they runnin' from us 

They runnin' from us, 'cause they petrified 

I lift guns for the exercise and I spray like insecticides 

You bugs better recognize when the weapon rise 

You can catch slugs in your chest through your vest and die 

You on some sucker shit so I'll leave a scar on your face 

Longer than the knife that I cut you wit, prick 

I done paid my dues so I'll blow your brains out 

And then feed it to your seed like baby food, bitch 

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me 

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay 

Can I talk to you? 

Come on, come on, come on 

Hey, let me holla at you 

Come on, come on, come on 

Yo, stop runnin' from me