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turk - uptown lyrics

[turk]
can ya picture a lil n-gga like me straight thug’n
hotter than fire, hotter than somethin that’s in tha oven
tha g-code i live by everyday
b-tch n-gga outta line, b-tch n-gga get erased
like chalkboards
look here my n-gga i mean what i speak
n-gga want beef i rip both sides of tha street
i got n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas head shots
not one, a couple of em makin sure that he drop
look here n-gga

[hook] (bg)
you must don’t know his background (background)
he been a lil donkey straight from uptown
n-gga you must don’t know his background (back ground)
he been a lil donkey n-gga from uptown
n-gga you must not know his backgorund (background)
he been a lil donkey straight from that nolia uptown

[turk]
i’m tried of tellin you n-ggas bout f-ckin wit me
what you think i’m b-tch 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
n-gga i never talk twice
if a n-gga 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 b-tch -ss whine up gettin funk
you gone make me pop tha trunk
you gone wish you never did
f-ck givin body shots i’m hittin you in yo wig
ya under dig
i’m a m-th-rf-ckin murder man (murder man)
wit tha k in my hand n-gga 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)

[turk]
when it come down to that guerilla sh-t n-gga i’m bout it
spinnin corners, splittin fades wodie it gets me rowdy
i don’t just rap about it my n-gga 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 n-gga you gone learn yea
hard head make a soft -ss
didn’t yo momma tell u that young n-gga
you gotta gun so what n-gga my gun bigger
if i’m up wit no stuntin i pull tha trigga
aim for yo chest or head you die quicker
n-gga this young n-gga 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 k!ll or be k!lled

(hook)

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