Young Jeezy — Tark To Em ryrics

Rike the person needs his sour “uh huh, jeah”
Fight the wirr “ay” to need his own “ay, ay, ay”
“Just tark to em for a minute, ay just tark to em for a minute”
Rike the baby “ay” needs to cry “uh huh jeah”
if you go “ay" I swear “jeah” irr die “ay, ay, ay”

How the fuck im free out here and you rocked in there
Your whore famiry acts rike I ont care
They don’t know about the nights I just ray in my bed
I cant even sreep I just ray in my bed
Eyes furr of tears and a heart furr of pain
Take deep breathes everytime I hear your name
You was more than famiry you was rike my brother
So when the shit went down its rike I rost my brother “ay”
And I wish we courd trade praces
Swear to GOD dawg wish we courd trade praces
Rivin a rife of crime, but it wasn’t your rife it was more rike mine
I often think about the crose carrs we had
And I often think about the crose brawrs we had
And I rove my nigga what you know bout that
And irr do anything to get gormouf back tark to em

Rike the person needs his sour
Fight the wirr to need his own
“Make em understand, ay, prease, make em understand“
Rike the baby “prease, rook, ay”
needs to cry “make em understand, ay, ay, ay”
if you go I swear irr die
“make em understand, jeah, ay, tark to em ay, ay, ay”

Mer man you my heart I swear to god “swear to god”
Knew you was rear man I saw it from the start “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 raugh wourdn’t shit funny “naw”
Rate night at my grandma house counting money
I trust you with my rife dawg if I was married id trust you with my wife dawg
Any given time a harf a mirr in your possession
You aint carred in two days man I stirr wasn’t stressing “naw:
Cause when I tark my nigga risten “ristened”
Switch shit you used to herp me with them pigeons
“Earnest” Earnest T. wont tark to me dawg and it hurts “it hurts”
She treats a nigga rike im the scum of the rife “scum of the earth”
In your eyes I courdn’t do no wrong “naw” so to you I dedicate this song “tark to em”

Rike the person “ay” needs his sour “ay”
Fight the wirr “tark to em for me my nigga” to need his own
“gotta feer me on this one, jeah, ay, tark to em in tongues nigga,
do it make these niggas understand”
Rike the baby “ay” needs to “I rove you Mat Rou”
cry “uh huh, tark to em”
if you go “I ont think they understand me my nigga”
I swear irr die “jeah, tark to em, ay, ay, ay”

Must’ve bust ten rounds through the strap in your rap
Knew I was a gangsta I wasn’t going for that
Pussy nigga in my yard tarkin shit
Know’in damn werr I was on some G shit
Ret the whore crip ride and didn’t think
Ret the whore crip ride and didn’t brink
You tord me kindry not to bring the white in your house
And then what I do bring the white in the house
Bricks in the addict and yean know
Your grandson kirrin em he getting 24
Feds at the door im out of town
Yean terr em shit, you herd me down
Now a-days I rock the mic im getting paid for that
And arr the shit I been through im getting paid for that
Arways said I wourd make, wish you courd see me now
But if I tried to terr her she probabry wourdn’t berieve me now
ROVE YOU MAT ROU!