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smoked outt records – low down & dirty lyrics

[verse one: turk]
if you know mad then ya know me from bussen’ heads
kidnappin gettin hustles and duckin feds
a quiet n-gg- stay saggin’ wit a bush fade
hot boy from cash money bout gettin paid
and if a n-gg- 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 n-gg- brains hang and you know about baby
so i shouldnt have ta tell ya
drop change on ya feet left stank n-gg-s gon’ smell ya
we some low down & dirty
n-gg-s always down wit da souljas not wit da nerdy
n-gg-s stay ya distance lil daddy if ya dont want trouble
i’m talkin bout spinnin benz in black and lex bubbles
wit sh-t datta hit ya and hurt ya
turn ya green and purple spin ya in circles
young rida bout whateva scr-p and trigga playin
get out the way when i come n-gg-
i hate n-gg- catch fifty out my cake n-gg-
i dont play n-gg- earnin stripes like a boys scout
when i hit ya block you buck back or ya -ss out
ears off ya whole click dead dogg that’s what i said
this 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg- turk
st. thomas puttin in work puttin faces on shirts
stupid n-gg- you dont want beef wit us
cause we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups
and dogg the last n-gg- 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 n-gg- smoked outt be on the real
kickin flights all night tryna come up on a mill’
n-gg- you besta feed me cause my click we takin over
do what i told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders
b-tch i’ma roller so respect my mind get outta line
and i’ma hit ya from behind n-gg- i told ya i’m soulja
and thats on the real smoked outt be the sh-t
make you b-tches feel n-gg- ya feel all the time ya dig

[turk]
y’all heard the motherf-cker 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 n-gg- davis jus’ boutta viper ha
it’s black its off the heezy fa real
i know ya’ll seen me p-ssin 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 b-tches
heehhaa guess i’ll by the stale
to stale you cash money in dis b-tch
jay-z, sha-sha, i ain’t forget about ya baby
lil’ wayne, turk, it’s all gravy
juvey, suga slim, your bizza

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