Lyric Talk to Em
[Chorus]
Like the person needs his soul
Fight the will to need his own
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I ll die
[Verse 1]
How the fuck I m free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don t care
They don t know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can t even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it s like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin a life of crime, but it wasn t your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know bout that
And I ll do anything to get golmouf back talk to em
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mel man you my heart I swear to god
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start
Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back
Even when I was right my nigga had my back
We used to laugh, wasn t shit funny
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dawg
If I was married, I d trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You aint called in two days man I still wasn t stressing
Cause when I talk my nigga listen
Switch shit, you used to help me with them pigeons
Earnest T. won t talk to me dawg and it hurts
She treat a nigga like I m the scum of the earth
In your eyes I couldn t do no wrong
So to you I dedicate this song
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Must ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn t going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin shit
Knowin damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn t think
Let the whole clip ride and didn t blink
You asked me kindly not to bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain t know
Your grandson killin em, he getting 24
Feds at the door, I m out of town
You ain t tell em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I m getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through I m getting paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn t believe me now
[Chorus]
Like the person needs his soul
Fight the will to need his own
Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute
Like the baby needs to cry
If you go I swear I ll die
[Verse 1]
How the fuck I m free out here and you locked in there
Your whole family acts like I don t care
They don t know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can t even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths everytime I hear your name
You was more than family you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it s like I lost my brother
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God dawg wish we could trade places
Livin a life of crime, but it wasn t your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know bout that
And I ll do anything to get golmouf back talk to em
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Mel man you my heart I swear to god
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start
Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back
Even when I was right my nigga had my back
We used to laugh, wasn t shit funny
Late night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my life dawg
If I was married, I d trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a half a mill in your possession
You aint called in two days man I still wasn t stressing
Cause when I talk my nigga listen
Switch shit, you used to help me with them pigeons
Earnest T. won t talk to me dawg and it hurts
She treat a nigga like I m the scum of the earth
In your eyes I couldn t do no wrong
So to you I dedicate this song
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Must ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn t going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin shit
Knowin damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn t think
Let the whole clip ride and didn t blink
You asked me kindly not to bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain t know
Your grandson killin em, he getting 24
Feds at the door, I m out of town
You ain t tell em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I m getting paid for that
And all the shit I been through I m getting paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn t believe me now
[Chorus]
