[Turk]
If y`know me then y`know me from bussen` heads
Kidnappin` hittin` hustles and duckin` feds
A quiet nigga stay saggin` wit` a bush fade
Hot Boy from Cash Money `bout gettin paid
And if a nigga outta place where he walk is where he lay
If I miss when I shoot I`ll find out where ya stay
Lil` Turk ain`t playin` I`m `bout sprayin` things ain`t nuttin` for me
Ta see a nigga brains hang, know y`know about Baby
So I shouldn`t have ta tell ya
Drop change on ya feet left stank niggaz gon` smell ya
We some Low Down & Dirty niggaz
Always hung wit` the souljas not wit` the nerdy niggaz
Stay ya distance lil daddy if you don` t want trouble
I`m talkin` `bout spinnin` Benz in black and lex bubbles
Wit` shit that a hit `cha and hurt `cha
Turn ya green and purple spin ya `round in circles
[Lil` Derrick aka Bullet Proof]
Young rida `bout whateva scrapin` +Trigga Play+
Get out the way when I come nigga
I hate nigga catch fifty out my k` nigga
I don`t play nigga earnin` stripes like a boys scout
When I hit `cha block you buck back or ya ass out
Ears off ya whole click dead dogg that`s what I said
This youngsta `bout bussen` heads that`s what I said
I`ll paint ya white shirt red that`s what I said
You got change on a nigga head you needa bread
Watch how quick the bitch come up dead you gon` get bruise
You think it`s a game dogg watch the 5 O`clock news
I do what I gotta do aint no time for no playin`
You be here ta hit the block so when I`m hittin` I`m sprayin
Uptown it`s t-shirt man you ain`t hear my nigga Turk
St. Thomas puttin` in work puttin` faces on shirts
Stupid nigga you dont want beef wit` us
Cuz we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups
And dogg the last nigga pled got his head bust
And dogg you`ll get the same that`s a promise, promise
I might be young but I ain`t scared to spin a bin
I might be skinny but I ain`t scared to shoot 50
Juve ridin` wit` me I`ll shoot up where ya stay
We `bout war (?) trigga-play
Me and Juve, I gotta K. he gotta uzi
Two man army I come through gettin` stupid
If we beefin` yo block we`ll blose it
Me and Juzey `cho head you`ll lose it
[Young Buck]
Killa guerillas on my team hit blocks in broad daylight
Diamonds that blind ya eye site stun`tn flossin` my motor bike
Paper chasers figgas my pockets stay tight
I get a ki` fa` half-a-price be up from sun to daylight
Gotta make that money mayn, even if it take for me ta split a wig
It ain`t no thing cuz I got choppers and grenades brang
What you wan` brang shoot up a head shot from up closely
[Soulja Slim]
I hit blocks erasin`, paper chasin` is my hobby
You see me comin` up you playa hatin` try`na rob me
I don`t think nigga, Smoked Outt be on the real
Kickin` flights all night try`na come up on a mill`
Nigga you-best-a-peep-it cuz my click we takin` over
Do what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders
Bitch I`ma roller, so +Respect my Mind+, get outta line
And I`ma hit ya wit` that iron, nigga I told ya I`m soulja
And thats on the real, Smoked Outt be the shit
Make you bitches feel nigga, feel nigga
[Lil Derrick + (Soulja Slim-n-Turk)]
Ya dig, all the time, you`khamsayn
It`s all gravy Baby (yea I hurt the mothafuckin` game)
Respect his mind, its beatiful
Me, heh dawg I been eatin` fettucini and steak
The last five years na`
(Wat`chu know about that) I`m lovin` this life
Knahm`sayn
(Who the fuck in this bitch? Turk)
My nigga Da`shaw just brought a (Viper)
(Dee) Ha its black (Whut?!) its off tha heezy (Darell)
On crome, I know y`all see me passin` through y`all hood
You haters out there drinkin` the Hatorade huh?
Haheeh it`s all gravy Baby
It`s a drought too but I got some birds, but I want 30 bitches
Heehhaa y`know `bout it stall, it`s all you
Cash Money in this bitch
K.C., Sha-sha, I ain`t forget about `cha
Baby, Lil` Wayne, Turk, it`s all gravy Juve, Suga...Slim, your busy
