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Turk lyrics Bout To Go Down lyrics (feat. Big Tymers And Christina) [Verse 1 - Turk] look, look, look I done told you once and I'm not gon say it no mo' Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through Now nigga, look here, you know you down bad round Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around You must be trippin, what you think you debo I don't care who you is what you think that I'm a hoe Never that never was and never would be I got a gat, I ain't just totin tryin to see I'm bout to pull off some my rype shit Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you bitch Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, nigga I got cha But I'ma do,you and bet the next nigga don't try me I'ma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body Playin raw like Gotti wrong like Gotti, you wack your hoe And flea off in my Limo-tinted up-Ram [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down [Verse 2 - Christina] Off top, fuck it I show up at ya block and see Wit about fifty glocks And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot Pull up in the light, with a coupe With a bag, matchin my boots I ain't here to be cute, I'm here to bring the truth But I gotta letcha bitches know exacly how I do I know bitches be like, "she can't really fight Ain't no ghetto in her", till I put the medal in her Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, fuck Shanelle Shit, I'm down to bring couple of nails Bitch I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin Up-chick up before bullets start leakin I locked up and got my poker face on A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on Chumps get done fuckin with the lady don Take your arms leave reachless Shit, I leave you speechless Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down [Verse 3 - Baby] Let's go Bitch nigga take that frown down, before we tear it down Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta shit should have been went down In the club, high off that fire woodie Right now, I guess it's bout time to holla woodie Didn't a nigga like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round Lay'em down, fuck over'em the nigga ain't nothin but a clown Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down Shot callin, I never get my hands dirty These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies Off that bottle, I'm bad and I'm nervous Dick Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin Cross the court, niggas whisperin and they nervous Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy Don't get it twisted, it's Cash Money real estate Platinum bullets, let his family see his fuckin face [Chorus] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you sprak like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down (let's go) Other Turk lyrics: It's In Me lyrics Yes We Do lyrics At The Same Time lyrics Growing Up lyrics Untamed Guerrilla lyrics One Saturday Night lyrics What Would You Do lyrics Project lyrics Freak Da Hoes lyrics Soldierette lyrics All Night lyrics Wanna Be Down lyrics Trife Livin' lyrics Hallways & Cuts lyrics |