Cassidy - Can I Talk To Ya lyrics

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)

A yo this Cassidy & niggas is
Not fkin 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

You know me K-IS-S kiss of death
LP soon comin for yall bless bless
Metallic green paint on the impala the SS
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 ain't ready yet

Yea, New York is mine
Philly is Cass holla back

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 bitch
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 fk 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
'cause you dudes is haters & if you bet that
I was gon' flop you gon' lose yo paper


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 it's
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 like we runnin numbers
Cass ask these mothafkas why
They runnin from us

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 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!