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turk – zip it (remix) lyrics

[intro]
it’s the ynt, ymcmb
we gon’ blame it on the system
now, we gon blame it on the system
sh-t, n-gga

[hook x2]
y’all n-ggas better zip it
better zip your mouth
show you what this street sh-t about
you in doubt? we’ll set fire to your house
and murder everything running out
y’all n-ggas better zip it
n-gga better zip your mouth
y’all n-ggas better zip it
n-gga better zip your mouth

[verse 1: lil’ wayne]
i’m sitting on the foot off the bed, dime by my feet
the d-ck was too good, the bítch still asleep
since a p-ssy got lips i guess you n-ggas could speak
you n-ggas bluffin’ like snow, you n-ggas just sleet
okay, i stick to the g-code, you stick to the zip code
money tall like benjamin franklin on tip-toe
your bítch a blowfish, she swallow my fishin’ pole
i aim at your head – it’s coming off like stripper clothes
i f-ck with guerillas, bust at the feds
i bet your mouth can’t run, if i cut off your legs
i’m fly like a zipper, but that ain’t the point
my bullets fat as a joint, you hear it crack like a voice
i come to wet up the party, you n-ggas is garbage
hollow tips on the cartridge i let it rip through your cartilage
one number, three letters -9-a-k
y’all n-ggas better zip it like ykk – tunechi!

[hook x2]

[verse 2: turk]
y’all n-ggas better zip it, zip it, zip it
y’all hoes been misrepresenting
ran n-ggas too long
ynt gon’ be there first
y’all n-ggas thought we was gone?
you gotta be kidding
watch what you say
we catch everything out the air
bare hands, no mittens
if my name get mentioned
a n-gga gon’ slay you
catch ‘em broad day with your bítch
a n-gga still gon’ spray you
what it cost to merk a snitch?
ho, that’s cheap labor
if you survive these 50 shots
you was in god’s favor, big guns
i’mma send your mom my condolences
but if she with you when i hit you
you know how us n-ggas from new orleans
is
everybody get it, everybody gon’ feel it
n0body exempt, every charge i got was a murder
in the boot, n-gga ain’t no attempts
so i‘ll take shots, i’ll send em (believe that)
got k!llers on standby, we gon take our lawyers
ready to defend ‘em (believe that)
just having thoughts of snitching
n-gga you in violation
so just the thought of your snitchin’
bítch is annihilation – annihilation

[hook x2]

[verse 3: juvenile]
i just got in from cali, went from la to vallejo
i was lookin’ for heron, but
all they had was the yayo
chickens up in the boat, noah’s ark in this b-tch
i’m talkin’ green like the 17th day of march in this b-tch
i tried to k!ll ‘em in vegas, i played roulette in the wind
like i’m ridin’ bellagio, mgm and the hen’
i got court in the morning, me and the district attorney
told my lawyer don’t settle, let’s take this b-tch for a journey
they ain’t catch me with nothin’, i don’t know who say it dope
b-tches always runnin’ they mouths, i call ‘em usain bolts
still got love for my n-ggas, just how they dodgin’ the rats
know how we ran in the projects, we was like dogs in the pack
growin’ up in the crescents, you need a vest and a weapon
everybody got beef, the sh-t like a delicatessen
snitches told ‘em i wore that, them b-tches hit him with ten
he just started a business, he in that system again

[hook x2]

- turk lyrics

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