Can I Talk To You Lyrics - Cassidy

(Chorus) 

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) 

(Cassidy) 

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' 

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(Jadakiss) 

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 

(talking) 

Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. 

(Chorus X2) 

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(Cassidy) 

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) 

(Jada) 

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 hood like we runnin numbers 

Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us 

(Cassidy) 

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 

Bitch! 

(Chorus X2)