This is a song about "Talk to me nice"

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Trust me, motherfuckers trying to be nice to you

Born alone, work alone, die alone

You didn't even talk to me on the phone

Come talk to me i'm the chief.

Got tired of running from the police

I keep to myself but i'll talk if u talk to me

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Now hearing you talk to her makes me sick.

If they saw this shit they'd probably try to talk to me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

If you want to criticize me,talk to your ass hole,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole