Talk About It

By Cuban Link

On Chain Reaction

Released on August 16, 2005

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[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