1.Uptown
Young Turk f／ B.G. (Hot Boys)---Uptown
Can ya picture a lil nigga like me straight thug'n
Hotter than fire, hotter than somethin that's in tha oven
Tha G-Code I live by everyday
Bitch nigga outta line, bitch nigga get erased
Like chalkboards
Look here my nigga I mean what I speak
Nigga want beef I rip both sides of tha street
I got niggas like Big Woe who would ride wit me (ride wit me)
Tre, Duck and Waldo would ride wit me (ride wit me)
I'm bout beefin, creepin whatever
In any kind of weather act a fool wit the diseal
Brotha and Bear look my niggas be thugged out
Quick to run up in yo house and clear everybody out
Know what I'm talkin bout
You don't better find out
Cause I leave yo folks in all black cryin and whined out
I don't play cousin I give niggas head shots
Not one, a couple of em makin sure that he drop
Look here 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 (back ground)
He been a lil donkey nigga from Uptown
Nigga you must not know his backgorund (background)
He been a lil donkey straight from that Nolia Uptown
I'm tried of tellin you niggas bout fuckin wit me
What you think I'm bitch made keep on and you'll see
You could make me go off if u want and get ya issuse
Face be on a picture, relatives gone miss ya
Nigga I never talk twice
If a nigga get down bad wit me, imma show em i ain't nothin nice
I ain't gone buck
Imma keep it on tha tuck
Catch cha wit yo head down then I'm jammin you up
You could under-estimate me if you want
And watch how fast yo bitch ass whine up gettin funk
You gone make me pop tha trunk
You gone wish you never did
Fuck givin body shots I'm hittin you in yo wig
Ya under dig
I'm a mutherfuckin murder man (murder man)
Wit tha K in my hand nigga you think that i'm playin
It ain't nothin for me to start sprayin
Cause it's in my blood line I'll leave where you standin
(Hook)
When it come down to that guerilla shit nigga I'm bout it
Spinnin corners, Splittin fades wodie it gets me rowdy
I don't just rap about it my nigga I live it
You could get it twisted if you want you gone get it
Let me burn yea
If you haven't been taught nigga you gone learn yea
Hard head make a soft ass
Didn't yo momma tell u that young nigga
You gotta gun so what nigga my gun bigger
If I'm up wit no stuntin I pull tha trigga
Aim for yo chest or head you die quicker
Nigga this young nigga here don't play
Thug'n everyday and I roll wit a K
Don't hesitate I'll blow you away
Have yo family plannin yo funeral in tha way
If you don't want my trouble you betta chill
Learnt this along time I kill or be killed
(Hook)
2.Yes We Do
(Lets go, fuck wit me)
Weezy We nigga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga,lets go(oh, oh)
We run tha streets nigga(oh, oh, uh ha oh) Weezy We my nigga(oh,
oh)
HB's dawg(oh, oh, uh ha, oh)lets go(oh, oh,)lets go(oh,oh)
What you know nigga(oh, oh)What you know about tha streets,
nigga what you know, huh what you know, look, look, listen
I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pussy, ya can't fuck wit me
An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin'
You niggas don't amount to nothin' ＆ me, I'm top notch boy
Any problems I cock, glock sparks ＆ knock out hearts
You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink ＆ ya dead
I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge ＆ shit
While I'm out drinkin' wit tha squad like I ain't did tha shit
I really hope ya click come back for revenge ＆ shit
I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon shit
A nigga duct tape ya ？？？？？ don't get me pissed
Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
Bitch nigga here could flip tha script, ya not built for dat
Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
I'll cock ＆ pop one in you cattle, push your filta back
An niggas respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat(what you)
You don't want no trouble nigga - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
An you don't want no beef nigga - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle nigga - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
An you don't want no drama nigga - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell
In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods, ＆ jails
I'm a street nigga, sold ounces of crack cocaine
If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game
One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure
It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater
Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
Never able to sleep always on tha run
One way or another you gonna come
Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya ？？？
You thinkin' cause I'm rappin' ＆ be on television
That I won't soften ya head ＆ come split it
Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance
Tha shit I'm talkin' my nigga, I'm still livin'
If any nigga want it, can get it wit no problem
All these niggas playin' but me, I come to stop it
I don't play nigga
Better watch what ya say nigga
Cause I fuck up ya day nigga
Wit this K nigga, I gets very low down
Give a fuck about a nigga, hit 'em wit fifty rounds
I'm from uptown, young ＆ thuggin' since I was small
Grew up around killas, hung wit tha big dawgs
Nigga we play it raw as it go, were I stay
Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way
Wit a head shot, look that's how niggas get it
Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it
No evidence, no witness, you just assed out
Busta ass nigga, you just assed out
Fuckin' wit a guerilla ah untamed one at that
You leave ya house in ya want I bet ya won't make it back
You could believe that, look betta get it right
Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life nigga
3.Soldierette
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon look, look...
(Verse 1 - Turk)
Verse one is about this chick named Karen
She wanted to be down, I told her first she gotta run aarons
Take this work downtown to this nigga named Gary
Bring me back what I need, and I'ma make it happen
I'ma give you the world, keep you shop everyday
On tha real like a man, girl please believe me
I don't play
Look here I'm a man by my words
Nigga try to jack you I leave his brains in the curb
You get my back, I get yours that's how we play it
Got the got the job done before you get pay
I know you done heard you gotta work before you eat
Either you do it or don't it's all cool with me
Cause I'm straight look here you try to get where I'm at
Do it right the first time, and I'ma holla back
Wanna be in that limelight it's what you gotta do
But Look I ain't making you, it's all on you
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
A soldierette'll down whatever it take to be down
She'll drive from state to state,and bring her nigga the pound
She'll let you use her house, so you can hide the work
A real soldierette'll hold the thangs off in here purse
(Verse 2 - Turk)
Verse two is about this hot girl named Tasha
Great big fine with ass, just like her momma
Tasha wanted to be a superstar I heard
Willin' to do anything now tell me is that nerve
All that shit not even cost for
Wodie she trippin
All that just to be a rapper
Wodie she trippin
Better open your eyes before it's to late
You better dream quickly with that look in your face
Then what'cho gonna do, better listen to my advice
I'm only gonna speak once, lil' momma not twice
Nigga don't give a fuck about you but say they do
Fall for it if you want, Boo it's on you
Look is what you do make you think that your green is grass
Playin' to the end look that how you do his ass
Don't be a duck, just to get what you want
If is for you, It's gonna happen you just wait till it come
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
A soldierette'll down whatever it take to be down
She'll drive from state to state,and bring her nigga the pound
She'll let you use her house, so you can hide tha work
A real soldierette'll hold the thang off in here purse
(Verse 3 - Turk)
Verse three I'ma get it all with Kitty
A good cool trick who we use the house when we needed
Only thing she wanted is alittle bit attention
To get our shine on, and our name to be mention
We'll we do that for you look that ain't 'bout nothin
Gotta keep your mouth close and don't say nothin
Let us run shoot all day and all night
Mind your own business and it gonna be alright
We gonna play it down tha middle do a favor for a favor
You get what you want as long as I get my paper
This gotta be my hustla spot and only my shop
All that other traffic you got, Kitty it gotta stop
If they ain't breaking you off like him breaking you off
Let 'em know they gotta go respect your call
These days niggas not giving us nothin' free
I know the game cold, but look that's how it be
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
A soldierette'll down whatever it take to be down
She'll drive from state to state,and bring her nigga the pound
She'll let you use her house, so you can hide tha work
A real soldierette'll hold the thang off in here purse
SOLDEIRETTE
4.Freak Da Hoes
(Verse 1：Mannie Fresh)
I gotta lotta ones and I'm looking for the strippers
One could roll around the pole and make me open up my zipper
See you think you get the money when you go down there
I give you kisses for your lips when you blow down there
Girl let me smack that ass
Smack Smack that ass
Tell ya baby back back back back that ass
See the things that you do got me hollin 'Oh wee'
If you lickin' then I'm trickin got me buying jewerly
Pop that pussy girl get up hussle
Push it up push it down now grip it with the muscle
From LaPhaesha's, Coco's, Gentleman's Claws
Roxberry, Harlem nights playa show me some love
To Peaches, Strawberry and pretty ass China
Babygirl in Diamond won't you show me vagina
You can find me at the butt-naked throwin my money
Me and Baby gettin freaked by this chick named Honey
(Chorus： Mannie Fresh)
All over the world y'all
I love them girls y'all
When it be poppin
Them dollas keep droppin'
(Verse 2： Turk)
Bitch yern know？ I'm Turk ya ho
CashMoney hotboy in a black rov-uh
Burning up on fire, spin bins like dryers
I don't ride natural ride twenty-inch tires
Like 'em hot 'n hotter
Know when okay
Not a black ho a red one, gotta be straight
Talkin bout ass,a fat cat all that
Could act a donkey on that dick and take it from the back
Project hos and hoodrats dog
If she think she all that she get smacked dog
I need a bitch who don't smoke, not an alcoholic
Put monkey on that dick like Magnolia Shawty
I still like 'em hot who don't tell me to stop
Who know how to-work on that pipe, and drop it like it's hot
One who here to hussle and keep me straight
Always get it up and have her own cake
(Chorus)
(Verse 3： Turk)
Say lil mama, if you a hot girl come with me
Come and follow Lil Turk CashMoney HB
First you wanted to holla, ya scared say ya scared
If ya not, bus it open and wobble on this head
Bitch do me right now, back that ass up
Do like my nigga now and back that ass up
You on fire yeah, plus you workin with it girl
Get with this real nigga let me take you 'round the world
I might do a little trickin' if you got that fire mouth
But if you don't look I'm a put that ass out
Might bust that ass out give ya diamonds and shit
But you gotta be a hotgirl to suck a good dick
Don't act stuck up, keep it real with ya nigga
If a nigga get into it don't be scared to pull a trigga
Hot Girl Hot Girl look, that's what I need
A nasty bitch that could fufill my needs
Chorus
(Ending： Mannie Fresh)
See, this is it right here.
When you call yo house and 'All in' answer the phone.
Nigga name 'All in'. And you be like 'Who's All in？' All in.
All in yo pussy, all in yo draws, all in yo shit,
all in yo motherfucking merchandise.All in. I'm All in.
Call yo fuckin house and ask for All in.
'Put All in on the phone.'
All in is up all in yo pussy, ya hoids me？ UH!
All in in this biatch!
'Hello？ Who is it？'
'It's All in. Wanna talk to your girl？'
Nah, talk to All in nigga. All in all in that pussy.
All in her ass, all in her back, all in her spine ya heards me？
Feel that. By the way, where you keep your rubbers at dog？
I don't want to rawdick her, y'know？
I could rawdick her, but I ain't gon rawdick her
cause I don't know what's up with you.
I heard you a nasty nigga, you fuck a lot of broads.
I ain't gon do it like that.
5.Amped Up
Verse 1-
Step in the club with my air force one's
In the back of the club I got air force guns
Full of that red, white, and blue - I'm +Amped Up+
Fake buckin' if you want, you gon' get stampped up
You gon' get these 10 1／2's all in yo face
You could take it outside look it's gon be a case
You get erased, won't live another day
I take this kind of far, come to shoot up ya wake
Ain't worried bout the charge cause I got the dream team
Money, power, respect lil nigga feel me
I'm a soldier, 5'11'' from the 'Nolia (Magnolia)
Look don't talk, I show ya
You with yo boys look I'm by myself
You talkin' noise then that's bad for ya health - that's no good
Can't be from the hood, we don't roll like that
Homie wanted war, homie get it cracked...
Hook：1x
Get full of that red, white and blue ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Get full of that Absolute and ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
If ya, full of that wenny then ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
You done had, one too many and you amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Verse 2-
I tote gats, got stacks - stay in all black
Hope that you know that I'm quick to bust back
Sell crack, flip that - sometimes I jack
Real niggas I run with, dog bitches I smack
Dog hoes, wear 'Bauds, Tee's and Ree's
Do shows, blow Joes - weed indeed
Get dro, spit flows - represent that 3
Break bread bitch no - gets nothin' from me
Fuck with Andy - off 2nd and D
Bout my feddy - nigga cheese and cream
Fuck my daddy - he did nothin for me
Just bought a Caddy - put it on 23's
I'm a stunner a repper, yes I'm ballin' bitch
2nd line hot stepper, shot callin bitch
On fire like pepper, just lovin' the shit
Out of line, I'ma check ya, straight punish ya bitch
I ain't stuntin' on the real, I'm quick to kill
I ain't frontin' on the real, I'm slangin' that steal
Nigga trip, get flipped when they fuckin wit Turk
Spin the bin in the whip, leave ya dick in the dirt
Hook：1x
Get full of that red, white and blue ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Get full of that Absolute and ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
If ya, full of that wenny then ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
You done had, one too many and you amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Verse 3-
Look, shit don't stop at all - I'm still stuntin'
I know you gon' let me ball - and get money
Long as I got it I'ma gloss - nigga respect it
You wannna know how much my diamonds cost, forget it
Ke'Noe - that's my nigga, that's my nogga
Dropped a load on me and I'm back shinnin'
Doin' it, I'm doin' it real big
You thought I was gon' let it all go nigga shit
I'm ready for How I'm Livin', come pay me a visit
My house half a mil, all of my cars kitted
Black Mint, black Jag', black H2
Black 4 Wheeler, 750 Suzu
My life lovely, beautiful - marvelous
Niggas wishin they was in these 10 1／2 - but
Nigga get you like I got me
Homie fuck a hand out, homie hustle if you wan' eat
Hook：1x
Get full of that red, white and blue ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
Get full of that Absolute and ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
If ya, full of that wenny then ya amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
You done had, one too many and you amped up
Homie buckin if he want, homie get stampped up
6.It's In Me
Young Turk F／ B.G.
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
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
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
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
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'
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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