Can I Talk To Ya lyrics

[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 & n*ggas is not f**kin 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…

[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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas to watch wrestlin
I'm heavy threat, D-Block double R full surface yall n*ggas ain't ready yet
[talking]
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back
[Chorus X2]
[Cassidy]
You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4-5's and a fresh vest
I gets scout 'cause a b*tch mouth is the best sex
But less tlk you ain't 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 'cause ya feets 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 ya sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze 'cause I ain't tryin to f**k my trees up
Or wrinkle my di*kie I crack a dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you p*ssed I got kiss & them wit me, dig me
'cause 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
n*gga the R is double the surface is full the block is D
All it take is a trey 8 & a mass n*gga its Jada & Cass I vision ya face waitin to blast
If money was food yall n*ggas be fastin
And we stuffin our face & eatin wit passion
In the like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothaf**kas why they runnin from us
[Cassidy]
They runnin from us 'cause 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 sh*t
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
b*tch!!!
[Chorus X2]