Talk About It

Lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss & Cuban Link] Cuban, Cuban What up, baby? What up, daddy? (Double R, D-Block, yo) [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Might catch me in a brownish coupe I be ghetto like fishin' a nigga's 6 L's down in soup Nuke palm size .45, just came chrome You don't know the streets is mine, you just came home Even though it's death poetry, this ain't no poem I'm the motherfuckin' champ, nigga, ain't no throne Just a hole, blood and tissue, ain't no bone Because a hollow tip shattered it, but life goes on Number one debut, they think I'm another man Counting so much money, I need me another hand Niggas is still schemin', at least they still tryin' If they ain't doin' nothin' else, at least they still dyin' Coke is still high and purple is still movin' I'm trying to get a better price, papi, I know Cuban D-Block discipline, Ruff Ryder die with official men Recognize what kind of shit you in [Chorus: Cuban Link] When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B [Verse 2: Cuban Link] Yeah, nigga, I'm a threat, a legend that's urban So for certain, I'm going over ya head like a Muslim turbin Ain't no comin' to terms, son, I'm done with sermons Pun's observant, Cuban, but the guns is German I been urgin' to turn it loose, I got the burden of proof That'll determine your moment of truth I return, so concern your troops, now it's my turn to shoot I'll make it burn like that Bourbon juice I earned my due, nigga, youse a made-up name You dudes is fool's coke, man, I'm straight up 'caine From the roof to the booth, got that radar aim AR-15's that'll fucking tear y'all frame Had to change up the game, got my weight up, man Little fame, little chain, from that Jacob man Got these dames givin' brains, that's my wake-up plan From the range to the planes, time to bake up grams [Chorus: Cuban Link] When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B [Bridge: Cuban Link & Jadakiss] You fuckin' around, now with two of the nicest (Nicest) You 'bout to end up in a crisis (Crisis) 'Cause we don't give a fuck who you know, where you go What you know, they can never be like us (Like us) We rep it for our people in Rikers (Rikers) The hood'll show a nigga what life is (Life is) And we don't give a fuck who you know, what you know Where you go, we gon' always be like this (Like this) Ha, Cuban (What up, baby?) [Chorus: Cuban Link] When you talk about that money man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Speak out, but watch your mouth when you talk about me When you talk about that money, man, let's talk about G's When you talk about that hustle game, talk about keys When you talk about the struggle, fam, talk about me Cuban Link, Jadakiss, Double R, M.O.B