[Chorus: x2]
Talk to me
That's the only way I can find out whats going on

Now how and the fuck am I supposed to know whats goin' on
You knowin' 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 gentlemen
Because if we don't I got thumpers that turn niggas feminine
I'm a pursue when I pop it to'em they're goin to be choppin'
And screwin' as if I swallowed a bottle of benalyn
I'm a 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'm a be turnin' motherfucker 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

[Chorus: x4]

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 thirty 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 off the district attorney
The loser aka the prosecutor was a steady accuser
Of my boy as bein' around as the number one shooter
They sayin' that the evidence is a rugger, 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, dog
So me and my lawyer goin sit down and ask you

[Chorus: x4]

Writer : MITCHELL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC