Текст песни Smoked Outt Records f Soulja Slim, Turk, - Low Down & Dirty
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[Turk]If y`know me then y`know me from bussen` headsKidnappin` hittin` hustles and duckin` fedsA quiet nigga stay saggin` wit` a bush fadeHot Boy from Cash Money `bout gettin paidAnd if a nigga outta place where he walk is where he layIf 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 meTa see a nigga brains hang, know y`know about BabySo I shouldn`t have ta tell yaDrop change on ya feet left stank niggaz gon` smell yaWe 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 troubleI`m talkin` `bout spinnin` Benz in black and lex bubblesWit` shit that a hit `cha and hurt `chaTurn 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 niggaI hate nigga catch fifty out my k` niggaI don`t play nigga earnin` stripes like a boys scoutWhen I hit `cha block you buck back or ya ass outEars off ya whole click dead dogg that`s what I saidThis youngsta `bout bussen` heads that`s what I saidI`ll paint ya white shirt red that`s what I saidYou got change on a nigga head you needa breadWatch how quick the bitch come up dead you gon` get bruiseYou think it`s a game dogg watch the 5 O`clock newsI 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 TurkSt. Thomas puttin` in work puttin` faces on shirtsStupid nigga you dont want beef wit` usCuz we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk upsAnd dogg the last nigga pled got his head bustAnd dogg you`ll get the same that`s a promise, promiseI might be young but I ain`t scared to spin a binI might be skinny but I ain`t scared to shoot 50Juve ridin` wit` me I`ll shoot up where ya stayWe `bout war (?) trigga-playMe and Juve, I gotta K. he gotta uziTwo man army I come through gettin` stupidIf we beefin` yo block we`ll blose itMe and Juzey `cho head you`ll lose it[Young Buck]Killa guerillas on my team hit blocks in broad daylightDiamonds that blind ya eye site stun`tn flossin` my motor bikePaper chasers figgas my pockets stay tightI get a ki` fa` half-a-price be up from sun to daylightGotta make that money mayn, even if it take for me ta split a wigIt 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 hobbyYou see me comin` up you playa hatin` try`na rob meI don`t think nigga, Smoked Outt be on the realKickin` flights all night try`na come up on a mill`Nigga you-best-a-peep-it cuz my click we takin` overDo what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shouldersBitch I`ma roller, so +Respect my Mind+, get outta lineAnd I`ma hit ya wit` that iron, nigga I told ya I`m souljaAnd thats on the real, Smoked Outt be the shitMake you bitches feel nigga, feel nigga[Lil Derrick + (Soulja Slim-n-Turk)]Ya dig, all the time, you`khamsaynIt`s all gravy Baby (yea I hurt the mothafuckin` game)Respect his mind, its beatifulMe, heh dawg I been eatin` fettucini and steakThe last five years na`(Wat`chu know about that) I`m lovin` this lifeKnahm`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 hoodYou haters out there drinkin` the Hatorade huh?Haheeh it`s all gravy BabyIt`s a drought too but I got some birds, but I want 30 bitchesHeehhaa y`know `bout it stall, it`s all youCash Money in this bitchK.C., Sha-sha, I ain`t forget about `chaBaby, Lil` Wayne, Turk, it`s all gravy Juve, Suga...Slim, your busy