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N.O.R.E. - Talk 2 'Em lyrics
(Feat. Gunplay) 
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
 Talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
 Glass of white Zinfandel
 Call in my nigga Dell
 Slang shit, gang thick
 That shit is for Sigadale
 Now everything is Rigadelia
 From now on, I order work
 Like a scale, I perform
 I got my young'un with me
 He ain't smart so I the nigga dumbing with me
 You'll probably get it later
 Noreaga, wild connects with Al Quaeda
 Godfather, kush stuffed in the Garcia y Vega
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
 Talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
 Talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Pour Crystal, please, pass that
 You feel hand-to-hand, I'm way past that
 I roll blunts, and ash that
 I'm on my white boy party shit, crash that
 So look in my eyes and see that I'm real
 Don't gotta talk about the things that I did
 You better talk to 'em
 I walk through the hood and I'm by myself
 And the Tec-9 that's under my belt
 It goes..N.O.R.E. - Talk 2 'Em - http://motolyrics.com/nore/talk-2-em-lyrics.html
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
 Talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
 Talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Blow ashes in their face, call em 'Ashy Face'
 Run a marathon, dumb dudes get knocked, erased
 Decapitate, I hire they head off
 On a platinum main course
 This is the main source
 Live at the barbecue, double dimmers an obstacle
 Blow green tropical, science is fiberoptical
 I maintain, this is my shit
 Heavy metal style, I had a hood marsh pit
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 I only hear the numbers that come after dollar signs
 Talk to 'em
 Speak what's on your mind
 Careful what you saying when them killers 'round
 Talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 They must not know (not know), they must not know
 Somebody better talk to 'em
 'Sup Baby Dale, Baby Dale
 Do what we gotta do like we just gotta do, man
 Around the corner for the percolator
 Keep the percolator percolated
 On the fire hydrant and now into this hold up
 You think it smelled that?
 Follow the energy!
 Follow the energy!








