Turk Amped Up Lyrics

Raw & Uncut Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 U Thought It Was Over
  • 2 Cock Aim Shoot
  • 3 Letter From That World
  • 4 Amped Up
  • 5 Putcharaggsup Remix (feat. B.G. and Kenoe)
  • 6 Keep It Ghetto
  • 7 Penitentairy Chances
  • 8 Dat Look (feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
  • 9 I Been Through Dat
  • 10 I Luv U for Dat
  • 11 All I Got in This World (feat. Kenoe & Tooley)
  • 12 What Cha Dranking On (feat. Kenoe & Tooley)
  • 13 Who Put It Together
  • 14 Macking and Pimping (feat. Kenoe)
  • 15 I'm Tired (feat. Kenoe)
  • [Verse 1]
    Step in the club with my air force ones
    In the back of my bub, I got air force dones
    Full of that red, white, and blue I'm amped up
    Fake buckin if you want, you gone get stamped up
    You gone get these ten in a halves all in yo face
    We gone take it outside and you gone be a case
    You gettin ya grace won't live another day
    I take this time to fault, time to shoot off your way
    ain't worried bout the charge cause I got the dream team
    Money, power, respect lil ***** feel me
    I'm a soldier 5'11 from magnolia
    Look, don't talk I'll show ya
    You with yo boys look I'm by myself
    You talkin noise look that's bad for your health
    Look, that's no good, can't do from the hood
    We don't roll like that
    Homie out of order, homie get it crackin

    You full of that red, white, and blue and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    You full of that absolut you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    If you full of that henny and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up
    You done had one too many and you amped up
    Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up

    [Verse 2]
    I tote gats, got stacks, stay in all black
    Hope that you that I'm quick to bust back
    Sell crack, flip that, sometimes I jack
    Real *****z I run with dog *****es I smack
    Dog hoes, wear bauds, tee's and ree's
    Do shows, blow joe's, weed indeed
    Hit dro's, spit flow, represent that three
    Break bread, ***** no, gets nothin from me
    Fucc with Annie, off Second indeed
    Bout my fatty, nicca cheese and cream
    **** my daddy, he did nothing for me
    Just bought a caddy, put it on 23's
    I'm a stunna, a repper, look I'm ballin *****
    Secondline hot stepper, shot calling *****
    On fire like pepper just lovin the ****
    Out of line, I'ma check ya, straight punish ya *****
    I ain't stuntin out for real, I'm quick to kill
    I ain't fuccin on the real, I'm slanging that steal
    Nicca trip get flipped, when they fuccin with turk
    Spend a ben in the whip, leave ya **** in the dirt

    [Repeat Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Look **** don't stop at all, I'm still stuntin
    I know you gone let me ball and get money
    Long as I got it, I'ma floss, ***** respect
    You want to know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it
    Kenoe, that's my ***** that's my nagga
    Drop the load on me, and I'm back shining
    Doing it, I'm doing it real big
    You thought I was gone let it all go ***** ****
    I'm ready for How I'm Living, come pay me a visit
    My house half a mill, all my cars kitted
    Black bent, black jag, black H2
    Black coat, with a 750 suzuke
    My life lovely, beautiful, marvelous
    *****z wishin they was in these 10 and halves but
    ***** get you like I got me
    Homie **** a handout, Homie hustle if you want eat

    [Repeat Chorus]

    Written by: Tab Virgil, Craig S Lawson
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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