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Talk to me 

Thats the only way I can find out whats going on 



Now how and the fuck am I supposed to Know whats goin on 

You nowin the truth but you steady just be holdin on 

You harboring feelings but you don't be tellin me 

When you be see'n me would it be better if we was hollin on the phone 

They tellin me you got a problem, if its a cancer 

Baby the twista got tha cure that can solve it I got the answer 

Too many guys, too many guns 

Plenty muscle when I hustle 

You think a nigga was takin enhancers 

We need to holla and get it resolved like gentelmen 

Because if we don't I got those the turn niggas feminine 

I'ma pursue when I pop it to'em they're goin to be choppin and screwin as if I swallowed a bottle of benalyn 

I'ma just goin to end up and dumpin if we just don't holla bout somethin 

Because you just might makin a plot to come murder me 

Oh, your word to be, open heart surgery 

Yeah you got a white t but I'ma be turnin motherfucka burgundy 

I think there's a better way that we can handle this 

So sit down and talk at the table, we got to be adamant 

Takin a ride, and choppin it up in the phantom 

As two niggas breakin it down like an analyst off the with cannabis 

He say, she say 

A nigga was steady be hearin the bogus remarks 

Thought I was goin to have to go get it when it get dark 

We talked about it, shit squashed 



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Now how will I ever be knowin about when struggles arrive 

If you don't be open enough to let me see inside 

Right on the surface of things you thinkin that he's still alive 

But since he's been incarcerated his spirit has died 

He's sittin off up in the county while he goin be fightin a case 

I'm seein the pain cause I'm lookin him right in his face 

Never got caught off for pushin a bird 

Now he goin be lookin and 30 for murder 

Even though he ain't on the tape 

Soon as he got locked up I had to visit him early 

The truth was the homies and none of those niggas was worthy 

He gave me my game and told me how bitches'll burn me 

Damn, I want to kill of the district attorney 

The loser aka the prosecuter was a steady accuser 

Of my boy as bein around as the number one shooter 

They sayin that the evidence is a rueger, a steady pursuer 

What it do and make you disappear like the bermuda triangle 

Why dangle a weapon in front of the court that I know he won't use 

Now you in deep shit 

Now I just gotta go pay off my lawyer's retainer 

Homie gonna have a better defense 

And I know that you ain't really feel like talkin about it 

You want your freedom and just to put it past you 

This is the only way that we can fight'em, dawg 

So me and my lawyer goin sit down and ask you 



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