Talk To Em

Like the person needs his soul “uh huh, jeah”

Fight the will “ay” to need his own “ay, ay, ay”“

Just talk to em for a minute, ay just talk to em for a minute”

Like the baby “ay” needs to cry “uh huh jeah”if you go “ay" I swear “jeah” ill die “ay, ay, ay”How the fuck im free out here and you locked in thereYour whole family acts like I ont careThey don't know about the nights I just lay in my bedI cant even sleep I just lay in my bedEyes full of tears and a heart full of painTake deep breathes everytime I hear your nameYou was more than family you was like my brotherSo when the shit went down its like I lost my brother “ay”And I wish we could trade placesSwear to GOD dawg wish we could trade placesLivin a life of crime, but it wasn't your life it was more like mineI often think about the close calls we hadAnd I often think about the close brawls we hadAnd I love my nigga what you know bout thatAnd ill do anything to get golmouf back talk to emLike the person needs his soulFight the will to need his own“Make em understand, ay, please, make em understand“Like the baby “please, look, ay”needs to cry “make em understand, ay, ay, ay”if you go I swear ill die“make em understand, jeah, ay, talk to em ay, ay, ay”Mel man you my heart I swear to god “swear to god”Knew you was real man I saw it from the start “from the start”Even when I was wrong my nigga had my back “yeah”Even when I was right my nigga had my back “damn right”We used to laugh wouldn't shit funny “naw”Late night at my grandma house counting moneyI trust you with my life dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawgAny given time a half a mill in your possessionYou aint called in two days man I still wasn't stressing “naw:Cause when I talk my nigga listen “listened”Switch shit you used to help me with them pigeons“Earnest” Earnest T. wont talk to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”She treats a nigga like im the scum of the life “scum of the earth”In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong “naw” so to you I dedicate this song “talk to em”Like the person “ay” needs his soul “ay”Fight the will “talk to em for me my nigga” to need his own“gotta feel me on this one, jeah, ay, talk to em in tongues nigga,do it make these niggas understand”Like the baby “ay” needs to “I love you Mat Lou”cry “uh huh, talk to em”if you go “I ont think they understand me my nigga”I swear ill die “jeah, talk to em, ay, ay, ay”Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lapKnew I was a gangsta I wasn't going for thatPussy nigga in my yard talkin shitKnow'in damn well I was on some G shitLet the whole clip ride and didn't thinkLet the whole clip ride and didn't blinkYou told me kindly not to bring the white in your houseAnd then what I do bring the white in the houseBricks in the addict and yean knowYour grandson killin em he getting 24Feds at the door im out of townYean tell em shit, you held me downNow a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for thatAnd all the shit I been through im getting paid for thatAlways said I would make, wish you could see me nowBut if I tried to tell her she probably wouldn't believe me nowLOVE YOU MAT LOU!