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(feat. Soulja Slim, Turk, Young Buck) [Verse One: Turk] if you know mad then ya know me from bussen' heads kidnappin gettin hustles and duckin feds a quiet nigga stay saggin' wit a bush fade Hot Boy from Cash Money bout gettin paid And if a nigga outta place when he walk we swing deep if I miss when I shoot I'll find out where ya stay Lil'Turk aint playin I'm bout sprayin things aint nuttin for me to see a nigga brains hang and you know about Baby so I shouldnt have ta tell ya Drop change on ya feet left stank niggas gon' smell ya We some Low Down & Dirty Niggas always down wit da souljas not wit da nerdy Niggas stay ya distance lil daddy if ya dont want trouble I'm talkin bout spinnin benz in black and lex bubbles wit shit datta hit ya and hurt ya Turn ya green and purple spin ya in circles Young rida bout whateva scrap and trigga playin Get out the way when I come nigga I hate nigga catch fifty out my cake nigga I dont play nigga earnin stripes like a boys scout when I hit ya block you buck back or ya ass out Ears off ya whole click dead dogg that's what I said SongtexteThis youngsta about bussen' heads that's what I said I'll paint ya white shirt white shirt red that's what I said You got change on a nigga head you needa bread watch I quick ya gon' come up dead you gon' get blues You think it's a game dogg watch the 5:00 news I do what I gotta do aint no time for no playin You seen when I hit the block so when I'm hittin I'm sprayin Uptown it's t-shirt man you aint hear my nigga Turk St. Thomas puttin in work puttin faces on shirts Stupid nigga you dont want beef wit us cause we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups and dogg the last nigga pled got his head bust and dogg you'll get the same that's a promise, promise I might be young but I aint scared to spin a Benz I might be skinny but I aint scared to shoot 50 Juvey around wit me I'll shoot up where ya stay We bout war no cost trigga-play Me and Juvey, I gotta K. he gotta uzi Two men on me I come drunk not stupid and when we beefin yo' block gettin brusey Me and Juzey yo head you'll loozey [Verse Two: Young Buck] Killa guerillas on my team hit the block in broad daylight Diamonds that blind ya'll site duckin flossin my motor bike paper chasers figures my pockets stay tight I gotta key for every price stay up from sun to daylight Gotta make that money mayn, whatev' it take for me to split ya wig It ain't no thing cause I got choppers and grenades Brang what you wan' brang justa another head & brains [Verse Three:Young Buck] I hit blocks earsin paper chasin is my hobby You see me comin up you playa hatin tryna rob me I don't think nigga Smoked Outt be on the real Kickin flights all night tryna come up on a mill' Nigga you besta feed me cause my click we takin over Do what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders Bitch I'ma roller so respect my mind get outta line and I'ma hit ya from behind nigga I told ya I'm soulja and thats on the real Smoked Outt be the shit Make you bitches feel nigga ya feel all the time ya dig [Turk] Y'all heard the motherfucker man It's all gravy baby respect his mind It's beatiful me ha dogg I be eatin fettucini and steak for the last five years now Nah what I'm sayin look I'm lovin dis life Nah what I'm sayin my nigga Davis jus' boutta viper ha It's black its off the heezy fa real I know ya'll seen me passin through y'all hood Look you haters out here dragin we earsin ya know Hhheehhaaa it's all gravy baby It's about two but I got some birds but I want 30 bitches Heehhaa guess I'll by the stale to stale you Cash Money in dis bitch Jay-Z, Sha-sha, I ain't forget about ya Baby Lil' Wayne, Turk, it's all gravy Juvey, Suga Slim, your Bizza Aus Songtexte Mania