Turk Yes We Do Lyrics

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
  • [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)]

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