Turf Stories Soundtrack — текст песни (Daz Dillinger, Mac Shawn, Tray Deee)

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