Turk] Better ask somebody...nigga(nigga)...Untamed Guerilla(u-huh).. ...chu'ont know(chu'ont know)...better ask somebody nigga(ask 'em).. ...Lil' Turk
be down Since I'm steady rockin platinum, niggas wanna be down My watch princess cutted, niggas wanna be down Can't do nothin but love, niggas wanna be down [Turk
very overlooked But in a press conference, he said (I can't be fucked with, nigga) (*talking*) Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk, Kenoe Laboratory nigga [Turk
[Turk (verse 1)] Met this bitch named Kitty - around-the-way bitch A nasty hoe that every nigga done hit But it's cool, though I'm in it to use the hoe
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
I'll ride for Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk
bitch I ain't stuntin' out for real, I'm quick to kill I ain't fuccin' on the real, I'm slangin' that steal Nicca trip get flipped, when they fuccin' with turk
' town Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga, by all means If you gotta murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it However nigga, get yo shit, nigga, Turk
freaked by this chick named Honey All over the world y'all I love them girls y'all When it be poppin' Them dollas keep droppin' Bitch yern know? I'm Turk
What chu no (What chu no) What chu no (What chu no) What chu no bout them hallwayz and cutz What chu no , What chu no look look Niggaz be servin brown
[Turk] They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off I got love for the nigga - 'round my way, they
Nigga, Nigga, uh, Nigga, Nigga, uh It's wit we do We take penitetairy chances We take penitentiary chances We take penitentiary chances Everday all day
Today the horde machine went rollin' In sequence grasp, prepared to falter We were born to self destruct on birth row An hour glass is punctured yearning
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]
I cannot grasp this black psychology My cage's walls are closing in on me The rage that surfaces is not my soul It's like a devil taking all control
! [Refrain] Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus ! Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken raus, Turken
Billy left his home with a dollar in his pocket And a head full of dreams He said - somehow someway it's gotta get better than this. Patti packed her