Talk To Me - Gucci Mane, Busta Rhymes, Akon

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

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 pursuit

What it 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