Artist: Twista Album: Category F5 Song: Talk to Me Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: repeat 2X] "Talk to meeeee" "That's the only way I can find out, what's going on" [Twista] Now the fuck am I supposed to know what's goin on? You knowin the truth but you steady just be holdin on You harborin feelings but you don't be tellin me when you be seein me Would it be better if we was hollerin on the phone? They tellin me, "You got a problem," if it's a cancer maybe the Twista can cure it or solve it, I got the answer Too many guys, too many guns, plenty muscle when I hustle You'd think a nigga was takin enhancers We need to holler and get a resolve like gentlemen cause if we don't I got thumpers that turn niggaz feminine (turn niggaz feminine) I'ma pursue him and pop one into him, they're gonna be choppin and screwin as if when I swallowed a bottle of Benylin I'ma just bet on them and get to dumpin if we don't just holla 'bout somethin cause you might be makin a plot to come murder me Or your word'll be open heart surgery Yeah you got on a white tee, but I'ma be turnin that motherfucker burgundy I think it's a better way that we can handle this So sit down and talk at the table we gotta be adamant Takin a ride or choppin it up in the Phantom is two niggaz breakin it down like a analyst off with the cannabis (woo~!) He say (what) she say (what) A nigga will steady be hearin the bogus remarks Thought I was gon' have to get 'em when it get dark We talked about it (what) shit's squashed [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Twista] Now how will I ever be knowin about when the 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 gon' be fightin a case and I'm seein the pain cause I'm lookin him right in his face Never got caught up for pushin a birdie Now he gon' be lookin at 30 for murder even though he ain't on the tape Soon as he got locked up I had to go visit him early The truest of homies and none of them niggaz is worthy He gave me my game and taught me how bitches'll burn me Damn, I wanna kill off the district attorney The loser A.K.A. the prosecutor was a steady accuser of my boy as bein around as the #1 shooter They sayin that the evidence is a Ruger A steady pursuer to do ya and makin him 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 gon' have a better defense And I know that you really ain't feelin 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 dawg So me and my lawyer gon' sit down and ask you [Chorus] - repeat 2X