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Young Turk F/ B.G. Miscellaneous It's In Me Whoa Hot, Hot (B.G.) Wassup Lil Turk Hot, Hot (B.G.) Let em know what's happening with you nigga Let em know what's happening [Young Turk] Look... Can u picture a lil nigga like me straight thuggin Hotter than fire, hotter than something that's in the oven The G - Code, i live by everyday Bitch nigga outta line, bitch nigga get erased Like chalk boards Look here my nigga, I mean what I speak Nigga want beef, i rip down both sides of the streets I got niggas like Big Woo who a ride with me Trailer ducking, Waldo too, a ride with me I'm bout beefing, creeping, whateva In any kinda weather act a fool with the desert Pumping in bare, look, my niggas we thugged out Quick to run up in your house and clear everybody out Know what I'm talking bout You don't you better find out Cause i leave your folks in all black, crying and whined out I don't play cousin, I give niggas head shots Not one, a couple of em, making sure that he drop Look here nigga [Chorus: B.G.] Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey nigga, from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey out that 'Nolia Uptown, Nigga you must down know his background, background He been a lil donkey nigga, from Uptown [Young Turk] I'm tired a telling you niggas bout fucking with me What you think I'm bitch made? Keep on and you'll see! You can make me go off if you want, and get your issue Face be on the picture, your relatives gon' miss you Nigga, i never talk twice If a nigga get down bad with me, I'm a show him I aint nothing nice I aint gon' buck I'm a keep it on the tuck Catch you with ya head down, then I'm jamming you up You could under...estimate me if you want And watch how quick ya bitch ass wind up getting get funk Don't make me pop the trunk, You gon' wish you never did Fuck giving body shots, I'm hitting you in your wig You under dig? I'm a motherfucking murder man (murder man) With the 'K in my hand Nigga you think that I'm playing? It aint nothing for me to start spraying Cause its in my blood line, I'll leave you where you stand [Chorus: B.G.] Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey, nigga, from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey, out that 'Nolia Uptown, Nigga you must down know his background, background He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown [Young Turk] Whoa, whoa When it comes down that to that guerilla shit Nigga I'm bout it Spinning corners, spitting fades Wody gets me rowdy I don't just rap about it, my nigga, I live it You can get it twisted - if you want you gon get it Then they burn yeah If you haven't been taught Nigga you gon' learn yeah Hard head, make a soft ass Didn't ya momma tell you that young nigga You got a gun, so what nigga, my gun bigger If I up with it, don't stunt, i pull the trigger Aim for your head and chest, ya die quicker Nigga, this young nigga here don't play Thuggin' everyday and I roll with a 'K Don't hesitate, I'll blow you away Have your family, planning a funeral and a wake If you don't want my trouble, you better chill Learned this a long time ago, "I kill, or be killed" [Chorus: B.G.] Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown, Nigga you must don't know his background, background He been a lil donkey out that 'Nolia Uptown, Nigga you must down know his background, background He been a lil murderer straight from Uptown...Nigga |
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