Intro:
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
Bout the golden childs
Bitch-ass Nigga
[Daz Dillinger]
I thought you knew we run this motherfucker
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
[Daz Dillinger]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
Chorus:
[a singer]
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
[Daz Dillinger]
Said you
Don`t really wanna fuck around with us
Jack a fool, remenis and capture us
To all y`all bitch-ass Niggas what`s up
Verse 1:
[Daz Dillinger]
Slow down a little bit innocent
Plus a little bit of that
Time to rip some good shit
Make `em scrap
To my hat, to the back
I`m loadin` my shit
Start up the bus
Aim at everything livin` and movin`
Cause I don`t give a fuck
My turf
And it ain`t to be fucked with
We run this
Got no time for no bullshit
Nigga you heard it
[Mac Shawn]
Check it out
You get some rounds
A quarter ounce
No doubt
Another day for this paper round
Shut your mouth
And peep what I tell ya about
It`s a drout on the turf in the damn shown herb
But I got mo` butter than Miss Butterworf
Through your turf and we`re servin` to work
Ice Cream can`t be seen
Pineapples and apple
Get your rifles
I cause a hassle
Fuck the fortune and fame
Got me rings and chains
[Daz Dillinger]
You on my Turf, young Nigga
This my hood and this my gang
Chorus: x4
[Singer]
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
Verse 2:
[Daz Dillinger]
What am I
Automatic weapons pumped in
It ain`t there, now they gone
Nigga, would that be wrong
Dippin` relocated
Hopin` we get away
Hopin` they won`t see my face
To catch another case
Me and Mac Shawn higher that motherfucker
Poppin` on the bomb
Dip the stick and now homie it`s on
Motherfuckers gettin` money
Livin` like king
Kill a motherfucker just for my dream
Now what I mean
[Mac Shawn]
You see what we mean, Nigga
This game ain`t funny
Cause we smash the sunguns
And take they money
On the turf we keep it runnin` like an avenue
Get gettin` revenals
We ride Benzes and old schools
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do
Stop sellin` Coca
Quit mackin` and rappin`
To all my Mob Niggas
Pull your gats and start cappin`
(BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM)
Chorus:
[Singer]x3
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
[Singer]
Tell my do you hear me
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
Verse 3:
[Mac Shawn]
The Mack 1-twicer
The M-1-dozen
The 9 mm
The .45 fever
We midnight servers
We make believers
>From Vallejo to Oakland
We keep on smokin`
>From Long Beach to Compton
We keep on stompin`
For our turf, I know it hurts
I know we put in work
We do dirt
[Daz Dillinger]
Motherfuckers to come around here
Gettin` pimped, back slapped and jerked
Ha, ha
They hear us on the streets,
they don`t worry bout us
Cause me and my homeboys don`t give a fuck
That`s the way it`s supposed to go
(Way it`s supposed)
That`s the way it`s supposed to go
(Way it`s supposed)
Crack peels, weed hot
Sherm regulate to make paper
That`s how we make our paper everyday
Gankin` Niggas for a fulltime hobby
This lifestyle that I live is a fulltime hobby
For all the fame and glory
The rap wanna step
Born never to take no shit from no Nigga
Fuck everybody (Everybody)
It`s like I`m born everyday
Each and every way
The way that we tend to do it like this (like this)
Nigga
Chorus:
[Singer]
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
[Singer]
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
Motherfuckin` turf Stories
[Singer]
We tell the story
[Mac Shawn]
Turf Stories
We tell turf Stories
[Singer]
Tell me do you hear me
[Mac Shawn]
I hear you man
Yeah yo
Verse 4:
[Tray Deee]
When you fantasize of takin` lives
Bangin` and born to be
Exoted callin` shots
Like a boss in his hogs (Boss in his hogs)
When they likin` and they mackin`
Niggas actin` infront (Actin` infront)
But we dumb, steady bluffin`
And they touchin` us not (Touchin` us not)
