(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 n***a, 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 sh**
Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you b**h
Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna
Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, n***a I got cha
But I'ma do,you and bet the next n***a 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, f** 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 b**hes know exacly how I do
I know b**hes 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, f** Shanelle
sh**, I'm down to bring couple of nails
b**h 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 f**in with the lady don
Take your arms leave reachless
sh**, 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
b**h n***a take that frown down, before we tear it down
Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta sh** 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 n***a like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round
Lay'em down, f** over'em the n***a 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, n***as 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 f**in 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)