I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me

Ayo, this C***idy and *****z is not ***kin' wit me man
Yeah, I'm talkin' reckless but you gotta respect it
It's 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 apala the S.S.
And I figured the more *****z 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

Never been a toe steppa, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was ten wit ten pumpers
Hustled wit the best of dem
Did whatever it took to make a quarter
I charged *****z to watch wrestlin'

I'm a heavy threat, D-Block, Double R, Full surface
Y'all *****z ain't ready yet
Yeah, New York is mine, Philly is C***
Holla back

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
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 scout, 'cause a ***** mouth is the best ***
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in ya left ******

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 'cause ya feets gonn
Now that's restin' in pieces so go meet Jesus

You 'lil boys better ease up
'Cause them dudes you think hot, will see C*** and then freeze up
You wanna scrap? Roll ya sleeves up
But I'd rather squeeze 'cause I ain't trynna ***k my trees up

Or wrinkle my ****ie, I crack the dutch sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed, I got kiss and them wit me, dig me?
'Cause you dudes is haters
And if you bet that I was gonn flop, you gonn lose ya paper

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me

Ayo, get it thru ya head it's no stoppin' me
***** the R is Double, the Surface is Full, the Block is D
All it take is a trey 8 and a mask
***** it's Jada and Cas I vision ya face, watin' to blast

If money was food y'all *****z be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face, we eatin' wit p***ion
In the hood like we runnin' numbers
C*** ask these motha***kas why they runnin' from us

They runnin' from us 'cause 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
Through ya vest and die
You on some sucka ****
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

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me

I need to talk to ya
Can I talk to you?
Ay, lemme holla at cha
Yo, stop runnin' from me