| Somebody better talk to em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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| Talk to em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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| Glass of white Zinfandel
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| Call in my nigga Dell
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| Slang shit, gang thick
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| That shit is for sigadale
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| Now everything is rigadelia
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| From now on, I order work
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| Like a scale, I perform
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| I got my young’un with me
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| He ain’t smart so I the nigga dumbing with me
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| You’ll probably get it later
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| Noreaga, wild connects with Al Quaeda
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| Godfather, kush stuffed in the Garcia y Vega
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| Somebody better talk to em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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| Talk to 'em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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| Talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em
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| Pour the Cris, please, pass that
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| You still hand-to-hand, I’m way past that
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| I roll blunts, and ash that
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| I’m on my white boy party shit, crash that
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| So look in my eyes and see that I’m real
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| Don’t gotta talk about the things that I did
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| You better talk to em
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| I walk through the hood and I’m by myself
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| And the Tec-9 is under my belt
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| It goes.
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| Somebody better talk to em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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| Talk to 'em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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| Talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em
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| Blow ashes in their face, call em «Ashy Face»
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| Run a marathon, dumb dudes get knocked, erased
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| Decapitate, I hire they head off
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| On a platinum main course
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| This is the main source
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| Live at the barbecue, double dimmers an obstacle
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| Blow green tropical, science is fiberoptical
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| I maintain, this is my shit
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| Heavy metal style, I had a hood most pit
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| Somebody better talk to em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
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| Talk to 'em
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| Speak what’s on your mind
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| Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
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| Talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em
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| They must not know, they must not know
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| Somebody better talk to 'em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talk 2 Em , by - N.O.R.E.. Song from the album DJ Green Lantern Presents - Crack on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп