Gunplay - Talk 2 Em lyrics

[Hook: Gunplay] Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs Talk to em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when them k**ers 'round [Verse 1: Noreaga] Gla** of white Zinfandel Call in my n***a Dell Slang sh**, gang thick That sh** is for sigadale[?] Now everything is rigadelia From now on, I order work Like a scale, I perform I got my young'un with me He ain't smart so I the n***a dumbing with me You'll probably get it later Noreaga, wild connects with Al Quaeda Godfather, kush stuffed in the Garcia y Vega [Hook 2] Somebody better talk to em Speak what's on your mind I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs Talk to em Speak what's on your mind Careful what you saying when them k**ers 'round Talk to em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to em They must not know, they must not know Somebody better talk to em [Verse 2: Noreaga] Pour the Cris, please, pa** that You still hand-to-hand, I'm way past that I roll blunts, and ash that I'm on my white boy party sh**, crash that So look in my eyes and see that I'm real Don't gotta talk about the things that I did You better talk to em I walk through the hood and I'm by myself And the Tec-9 is under my belt It goes.. [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Noreaga] Blow ashes in their face, call em "Ashy Face" Run a marathon, dumb dudes get knocked, erased Decapitate, I hire they head off On a platinum main course This is the main source Live at the barbecue, double dimmers an obstacle Blow green tropical, science is fiberoptical I maintain, this is my sh** Heavy metal style, I had a hood most pit [Hook 2]