Twista — Talk To Me

Talk to me, that's the only way I can find out what's going on (x2) Now how the fuck am I supposed to know what's going on You knowing the truth but you steady just be holding on You harboring feelings but you don't be telling me When you be seeing me would it be better if we was hollering on the phone They telling me you got a problem, if its a cancer Maybe the Twista can cure it and solve it I got the answer Too many guys, too many guns Plenty muscle when I hustle You think a nigga was taking enhancers We need to holla' and get it resolved like gentlemen 'cuz if we don't I got thumpas' that turn niggas feminine I'ma pursue 'em and pop one or two and they're gonna be choppin' and screwin' as if I just swallowed a bottle of Benalyn I'ma just bend on 'em and get to dumpin' if we don't just holla' 'bout somethin' 'cuz you might be makin' a plot to come murder me Oh your word to be, open heart surgery Yeah you got on a white T but I'ma be turning that mothafucka' 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, and choppin' it up in the Phantom As two niggas breakin' it down like a analyst off with the cannabis He say, she say A nigga was steady be hearin the bogus remarks Thought I was gon' have to go get it when it get dark We talked about it, shit squashed [Hook] Talk to me, that's the only way I could find out what's going on(x4) Now how will I ever be knowing 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 been incarcerated his spirit has died He's sitting off up in the county while he gon' be fighting a case And I'm seeing the pain 'cuz I'm looking him right in his face Never got caught off for pushin' a birdy Now he gon' be looking at thirty 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 the homies and none of them niggas was worthy He gave me my game and told 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 being around as the number one shooter They sayin' that the evidence is a ruger, a steady pursuer To do you and makin' 'em 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 feeling like talking 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 [Hook]