Lyrics Can I Talk to You - 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'
(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)
(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)
1 It Is What It Is
2 Come N Get Me
3 I'm a Hustla
4 I'm a Hustla (remix)
5 A.M. to P.M.
6 Pop That Cannon
7 Take It
8 Can I Talk to You
9 Hotel
10 Gets No Better
11 Bellybutton
12 Can't Fade Me
13 The Problem
14 Freestyle
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