Talk About It Cuban Link (Ft. Jadakiss)

[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 def 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 highin', 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