Talk It Out

[Husalah Talking]
 [Verse 1:]
 Yo I make music for killas that make music
 Show dem how to come I'll the art of the crack deal
 Is what I mastered in my young days of huslin mane
 Fucking bitches, stomping snitches, plotting riches
 Burning rubber, cooking work
 That was like Mob Figaz's drop I was in the 10th grade, dat was nice
 Not quite enough for me to stop mixing white
 So I kept moving, young Felix kept moving
 Next thing u know I was 17 holding units hella cream stacking stupid
 Hella bitches, oral sex dummy dickless
 Never fuck em jus get suck take them from they niggas
 On the tuck outta state baby dumping chickens
 Feel the bombshell drop of my life, dang she got murdered
 This is not the life man, I'm just a young nigga man
 [Chorus: Sample]
 No need to talk it out [x8]
 [Verse 2:]
 If ya life was like mine and u was slightly out ya mine
 Kept a cannon every time on the spot, dumb grind
 With so many 24's the classmates can't see you
 I'm sliced at the ball game classmates can't beat me
 Waist my whole young life, with the dopefeind people
 That crowned u king cus u had mix and u kept it lit
 Ain't seen the sun in weeks, I'm on my way home
 Moms on they way to work, bitches on they way to school
 Laughing at ya boy cus my outfit is filthy I'm stacking
 Sooner or later the same bitches will feel me what's happenin?
 Swangin 8's at lunch time zap go slapping
 Young nigga stacking sucka butts I'm clapping
 Run towards the magnum, naw nigga choppas
 Helicopters of life fly them just to revive them
 So he can think he that I'll and get killed
 Tryna touch a real deal schytso bout his scrill
 Crips won't make me feel bigga than life
 Yoking in the mob shot living the life
 I wish my nigga Dose a Dose survive them shots
 So he can be back with his cut me lil huggin the block
 We miss you
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 3:]
 This verse is for the current time the bottom line is
 I had to pay for all them years I was shinning
 2003 they caught ya'll boy grinding federal case that's outta state 13th case
 Bestfriend turned snitch told the whole shit
 Had me on one, on the run ranging low
 I was tucked in the Rich and docked in the O
 I can't forget about my Hunter's Point era
 I was running from the feds in the hottest blcok in America man
 That's how I know I'm I'll my cousin Ray is real
 I love how ya kept ya cousin safe everyday I think about the future
 My lil seed and Lil Ray
 Young L, Big Rome I'm in the zone 15 months it's nothing, I'll be right back
 A real nigga stand silent, crawl in the traps
 The only pain still in my heart is for my nigga Freako
 One love to my brother Mike fighting the murder beef, nigga
 [Chorus]