Can I Talk To You - Cassidy, Jadakiss

And niggas is not fuckin wit me man

Yea I’m talkin reckless but you gotta respect it

Its 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 Impala, the S. S

And I figured 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 on my arms, so I have no problem workin the mack (uh)

Neva been a toe steppa, side switcher

A fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers

Hustled wit the best of dem

Did watever it took to make a quarter I charged niggas to watch wrestlin

I’m a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface yall niggas ain’t ready yet

YEA, NEW YORK IS MINE, PHILLY IS CASS

HOLLA BACK

(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya

(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?

(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha

(cassidy: come on come on come on) 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 scalp, cuz a bitch mouth is the best sex

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 cuz ya feets gonn

Now thats restin in peices so go meet Jesus

You lil boys better ease up

Cuz them dudes you think hot, will see Cass and then freeze up

You wanna scrap? role ya sleeves up

But, I’d rather squeeze cuz I ain’t trynna fuck my trees up

Or wrinkle my dickie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky

I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me?

Cuz you dudes is haters

And if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn LOSE YA PAPER

(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya

(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?

(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha

(cassidy: come on come on come on) 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 its Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin to blast

If money was food yall niggas be fastin

And we stuffin our face, we eatin wit passion

In the hood like we runnin numbers

Cass ask these mothafuckas why they runnin from us

They runnin from us cuz 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 thru ya vest and 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 dews

So I’ll blow ya brains out

And then feed it to ya seed like baby food

(cassidy: yea) I need to talk to ya

(cassidy: okay) can I talk to ya?

(cassidy: come on come on come on) ay, lemme holla at cha

(cassidy: come on come on come on) yo, stop runnin from me