Turk Yes We Do Lyrics

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[Lil Wayne talking]
(Lets go, **** wit me)
Weezy We *****, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
HB's *****, we run tha streets *****,lets go(oh, oh)
We run tha streets *****(oh, oh, uh ha oh) Weezy We my *****(oh, oh)
HB's dawg(oh, oh, uh ha, oh)lets go(oh, oh,)lets go(oh,oh)
What you know *****(oh, oh)What you know about tha streets,
***** what you know, huh what you know, look, look, listen

[Lil Wayne]
I'm like a dry rubber wit tight *****, ya can't **** wit me
An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin'
You *****s don't amount to nothin' & me, I'm top notch boy
Any problems I ****, glock sparks & knock out hearts
You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink & ya dead
I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
'Fore they find ya *** hangin' over a bridge & ****
While I'm out drinkin' wit tha squad like I ain't did tha ****
I really hope ya click come back for revenge & ****
I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon ****
A ***** duct tape ya ????? don't get me pissed
Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
***** ***** here could flip tha script, ya not built for dat
Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
I'll **** & pop one in you cattle, push your filta back
An *****s respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat(what you)

You don't want no trouble ***** - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth ***** - man yes we do
An you don't want no beef ***** - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth ***** - man yes we do
You don't wanna hustle ***** - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth ***** - man yes we do
An you don't want no drama ***** - yes we do
Come on tell tha truth ***** - man yes we do

My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell
In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods, & jails
I'm a street *****, sold ounces of crack cocaine
If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game
One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure
It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater
Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
Never able to sleep always on tha run
One way or another you gonna come
Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya ??
You thinkin' cause I'm rappin' & be on television
That I won't soften ya head & come split it
Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance
Tha **** I'm talkin' my *****, I'm still livin'
If any ***** want it, can get it wit no problem
All these *****s playin' but me, I come to stop it


I don't play *****
Better watch what ya say *****
Cause I **** up ya day *****
Wit this K *****, I gets very low down
Give a **** about a *****, hit 'em wit fifty rounds
I'm from uptown, young & thuggin' since I was small
Grew up around killas, hung wit tha big dawgs
***** we play it raw as it go, were I stay
Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way
Wit a head shot, look that's how *****s get it
Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it
No evidence, no witness, you just assed out
Busta *** *****, you just assed out
****in' wit a guerilla ah untamed one at that
You leave ya house in ya want I bet ya won't make it back
You could believe that, look betta get it right
Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life *****


[Mack 10]
(Uh ha, yo ,yo)
All I know is dope slangin' & gang bangin'
Inglewood Cali swangin' & hood hangin'
I'm a ghetto *****, saggin', starched, & creased
Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a quarter piece
Like Baby tha bird, got tha game on lock
An while them youngstas workin' tha block, I'm, cookin' a flock
I'm ballin' & if I'm beefin', I laid for 'em
But tha murders committed recently, I paid for 'em
I got a crew of noodle knockers that'll wait in tha bushes
Wet you up & have you *****es blood runnin' like douches
I'm bout murda, murda, dope, dope, leave ***** *****s no hope
Don't need a red beam cause we sight 'em wit tha scope
Yeah you talk that ****, then grab a gun *****
But if Mack call tha shot, it's good as done *****
Cause tha base from tha fo' fo' be bangin' like a drum
An it's cash Money blood, so **** where you from *****

[Chorus (2X)]
Young & Thuggin’ Track Listing
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Bout to Go Down
  • 3 It’s in Me
  • 4 Yes We Do
  • 5 At the Same Time
  • 6 Growing Up
  • 7 Untamed Guerilla
  • 8 Public Service Announcement
  • 9 One Saturday Night
  • 10 What Would You Do
  • 11 Project
  • 12 Seattle Slew (skit)
  • 13 Freak da Hoes
  • 14 Police (skit)
  • 15 Soldierette
  • 16 All Night
  • 17 Finna Records
  • 18 Wanna Be Down
  • 19 Trife Livin’
  • 20 Hallways & Cuts

  • Written by: Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Dedrick Du0027mon Rolison, Tab Virgil Jr.
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes

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