Текст песни Turk - U Thought it Was Over
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[Intro]Reporting live from WKQXL, The LabThis is Connie Cargen, we have just been informedThat the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA TurkWas released from the New Orleans Correctional FacilityAt 6:30 PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncutAnd has signed a deal with producer KenoeAt Laboratory Records, in a record deal worth so muchIt made me wanna start rappingHis contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlookedBut in a press conference, he said(I can`t be fucked with, nigga)(*talking*)Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk, KenoeLaboratory nigga[Turk]I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the streetCause I bought that time, that was offered to meCan`t hold a nigga like me down, too longAnd if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrongI had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the caseOne more case, the mad lock on a bad dayGot the charge refused dismissed, and throwed outCaught it out, when I fuck it every word out your mouthConvinced the judge, that I`m not guiltyPlus it`s rounding the next time, tell me if you feel meIf you don`t feel that, you just green as grassOr duck with orange feet, with your stupid assLook back to the subject, I told you I`ll be homeDoing my thang again, with a number one songAnd blow like the wind, be on top againDrop another c.d., and sell ten million[Hook - 2x]You niggas thought it was over, but it ain`tThought I couldn`t bounce back, nigga you got gankedPlus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on meHoping that I won`t bounce back again, homie[Turk]6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of jailGot my niggas all, took my blanket and I bailCalled the street from H-O-T, central lock up by whenI`m on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling inMade my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes onAnd while I was waiting, I asked to use that free phoneSo I could have a ride, waiting outsideI ain`t bout walking dog, I ain`t gon even lieCalled my name out the do`, now I`m at the front deskStare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deckNow I`m waiting at the front do`, running out of patienceCop taking his time, and I`m running out of patienceHe finally let me out, and on my way outSaw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouthHappy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass upCause I`m fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga(*talking*)Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huhUh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh Kenoe, Laboratory niggaWe bout to tear this motherfucking rap game upUh, I`m bout to get famous, hold on waitI`m already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understandUh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames niggaI`m bout that, don`t get it twisted niggaCause I ain`t missing ya heard me uh, uh-huhUh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh niggaUh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it`s like that