Talk to ’Em lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Hook]
Like a person needs his soul
Like the winter needs the cold
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I'll die

[Verse 1]
How the f*ck I'm free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the sh*t went down it's like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my n*gga, what you know bout that
And I'll do anything to get golmouf back talk to 'em

Like a person needs his soul, like the winter needs the cold
Like a Baby needs to cry, If you go I swear I'll Die
[Verse 2]
Mel Man you my heart I swear to god
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start
Even when I was wrong my n*gga had my back
Even when I was right my n*gga had my back
We used to laugh, wasn't sh*t funny
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dawg
If I was married, I'd trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You ain't called in two days man I still wasn't stressing
Cause when I talk my n*gga listen
Switch sh*t, you used to help me with them pigeons
Earnest T. won't talk to me dawg and it hurts
She treat a n*gga like I'm the sc*m of the earth
In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong
So to you I dedicate this song

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for that
pus*y n*gga in my yard, talkin' sh*t
Knowin' damn well I was on some G sh*t
Let the whole clip ride and didn't think
Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink
You asked me kindly don't bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain't know
Your grandsons a killer, he getting 24
Feds at the door, I'm out of town
You ain't tell em sh*t, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I'm getting paid for that
And all the sh*t I been through I'm getting paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn't believe me now
[Hook]
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