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Talk to Em Video (MV)




Performed By: Jeezy
Length: 4:23
Written by: Frankie Beverly, Jay Jenkins, Chadron Moore




Jeezy - Talk to Em Lyrics
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Like a person needs his soul (uh-huh, yeah)
Like the winter needs the cold (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Just talk to 'em for a minute
Ayy, just talk to 'em for a minute
Like a baby needs to cry (ayy, uh-huh)
If you go I swear I'll die (ayy, yeah)
Ayy (ayy), ayy

How the f*ck I'm free out here and you locked in there?
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths every time I hear your name
You was more than family, you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother (ayy)
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God, dawg, I wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime
But it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know 'bout that
And I'll do anythin' to get Golmouf back, talk to 'em

Like a person needs his soul
Like the winter needs the cold
Make 'em understand, (ayy, please) make 'em understand
Like the baby needs to cry (please, make 'em understand)
If you go I swear I'll die (ayy, ayy, ayy, look, make 'em understand)

Yeah (ayy, talk to 'em) (make 'em understand)

Mel Man, you my heart, I swear to God (swear to God)
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start (saw it 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, wasn't shit funny (nah)
Late night at my grandma house countin' money
I trust you with my life, dawg
If I was married, I'd trust you with my wife, dawg
Any given time a half a mill' in your possession
You ain't called in two days, man, I still wasn't stressin' (nah)
'Cause when I talk my nigga listen (listen)
Switch the shift, you used to help me with them pigeons
Heard Miss T won't talk to me, dawg, and it hurts (it hurts)
She treat a nigga like I'm the scum of the earth (scum of the earth)
In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong (nah)
So to you I dedicate this song (talk to 'em)

Like a person needs his soul (ayy, ayy)
Like the winter needs the cold (talk to 'em for me, my nigga)
(Gotta feel me on this one, nigga, ayy)
(Talk like we chose, nigga, this what the f*ck we do, nigga, wassup?)
Like the baby needs to cry (ayy, uh-huh, talk to 'em)
If you go I swear I'll die (I don't they understand it, my nigga, talk to 'em)

Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't goin' for that
Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin' shit
Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn't think
Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink
You asked me kindly don't bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain't know
Your grandsons a killed him, he gettin' twenty-four
Feds at the door, I'm out of town
You ain't tell 'em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I'm gettin' paid for that
And all the shit I been through I'm gettin' paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn't believe me now
Love you Mad Lou

Like a person needs his soul (yeah)
Like the winter needs the cold (real talk, ayy, ayy)
(You don't know what you got until it's gone, nigga
Real talk, real niggas do real things)
Like the baby needs to cry (ayy, real talk, nigga)
If you go I swear I'll die

Mail Man, Go Mob, you already know what it is, nigga
Mad Lou, rest in peace, real talk
Lost everybody in one year, nigga, I'm still here
Ain't shed a tear, ain't shared a thought, nigga
I'm still here, nigga
Real niggas do real things, nigga
F*ck it, I'm here, nigga
Ain't goin' no motherf*ckin' where, nigga
F*ck what you think about me, nigga
Get your shit together come see me, nigga
Real talk, nigga
124, nigga
The Ville, nigga
You already know, nigga
OC to 'cross town, nigga
Love your street, nigga
All that, nigga
Pop your street
Every motherf*ckin' thing, nigga
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Like a person needs his soul (uh-huh, yeah)
Like the winter needs the cold (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Just talk to 'em for a minute
Ayy, just talk to 'em for a minute
Like a baby needs to cry (ayy, uh-huh)
If you go I swear I'll die (ayy, yeah)
Ayy (ayy), ayy

How the f*ck I'm free out here and you locked in there?
Your whole family acts like I don't care
They don't know about the nights I just lay in my bed
I can't even sleep, I just lay in my bed
Eyes full of tears and a heart full of pain
Take deep breaths every time I hear your name
You was more than family, you was like my brother
So when the shit went down it's like I lost my brother (ayy)
And I wish we could trade places
Swear to God, dawg, I wish we could trade places
Livin' a life of crime
But it wasn't your life it was more like mine
I often think about the close calls we had
And I often think about the close brawls we had
And I love my nigga, what you know 'bout that
And I'll do anythin' to get Golmouf back, talk to 'em

Like a person needs his soul
Like the winter needs the cold
Make 'em understand, (ayy, please) make 'em understand
Like the baby needs to cry (please, make 'em understand)
If you go I swear I'll die (ayy, ayy, ayy, look, make 'em understand)

Yeah (ayy, talk to 'em) (make 'em understand)

Mel Man, you my heart, I swear to God (swear to God)
Knew you was real man I saw it from the start (saw it 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, wasn't shit funny (nah)
Late night at my grandma house countin' money
I trust you with my life, dawg
If I was married, I'd trust you with my wife, dawg
Any given time a half a mill' in your possession
You ain't called in two days, man, I still wasn't stressin' (nah)
'Cause when I talk my nigga listen (listen)
Switch the shift, you used to help me with them pigeons
Heard Miss T won't talk to me, dawg, and it hurts (it hurts)
She treat a nigga like I'm the scum of the earth (scum of the earth)
In your eyes I couldn't do no wrong (nah)
So to you I dedicate this song (talk to 'em)

Like a person needs his soul (ayy, ayy)
Like the winter needs the cold (talk to 'em for me, my nigga)
(Gotta feel me on this one, nigga, ayy)
(Talk like we chose, nigga, this what the f*ck we do, nigga, wassup?)
Like the baby needs to cry (ayy, uh-huh, talk to 'em)
If you go I swear I'll die (I don't they understand it, my nigga, talk to 'em)

Must've bust ten rounds through the strap in your lap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn't goin' for that
Pussy nigga in my yard, talkin' shit
Knowin' damn well I was on some G shit
Let the whole clip ride and didn't think
Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink
You asked me kindly don't bring the white in the house
And then what I do, bring the white in the house
Bricks in the attic and you ain't know
Your grandsons a killed him, he gettin' twenty-four
Feds at the door, I'm out of town
You ain't tell 'em shit, you held me down
Now a-days I rock the mic I'm gettin' paid for that
And all the shit I been through I'm gettin' paid for that
Always said I would make it, wish you could see me now
But if I tried to tell her, she probably wouldn't believe me now
Love you Mad Lou

Like a person needs his soul (yeah)
Like the winter needs the cold (real talk, ayy, ayy)
(You don't know what you got until it's gone, nigga
Real talk, real niggas do real things)
Like the baby needs to cry (ayy, real talk, nigga)
If you go I swear I'll die

Mail Man, Go Mob, you already know what it is, nigga
Mad Lou, rest in peace, real talk
Lost everybody in one year, nigga, I'm still here
Ain't shed a tear, ain't shared a thought, nigga
I'm still here, nigga
Real niggas do real things, nigga
F*ck it, I'm here, nigga
Ain't goin' no motherf*ckin' where, nigga
F*ck what you think about me, nigga
Get your shit together come see me, nigga
Real talk, nigga
124, nigga
The Ville, nigga
You already know, nigga
OC to 'cross town, nigga
Love your street, nigga
All that, nigga
Pop your street
Every motherf*ckin' thing, nigga
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Writer: Frankie Beverly, Jay Jenkins, Chadron Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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