Turk - Low Down & Dirty lyrics

[Turk] If y'know me then y'know me from bussen' heads Kidnappin' hittin' hustles and duckin' feds A quiet n***a stay saggin' wit' a bush fade Hot Boy from Cash Money 'bout gettin paid And if a n***a outta place where he walk is where he lay If I miss when I shoot I'll find out where ya stay Lil' Turk ain't playin' I'm 'bout sprayin' things ain't nuttin' for me Ta see a n***a brains hang, know y'know about Baby So I shouldn't have ta tell ya Drop change on ya feet left stank n***as gon' smell ya We some Low Down & Dirty n***as Always hung wit' the souljas not wit' the nerdy n***as Stay ya distance lil daddy if you don' t want trouble I'm talkin' 'bout spinnin' Benz in black and lex bubbles Wit' sh** that a hit 'cha and hurt 'cha Turn ya green and purple spin ya 'round in circles [Lil' Derrick aka Bullet Proof] Young rida 'bout whateva scrapin' +Trigga Play+ Get out the way when I come n***a I hate n***a catch fifty out my k' n***a I don't play n***a earnin' stripes like a boys scout When I hit 'cha block you buck back or ya a** out Ears off ya whole click dead dogg that's what I said This youngsta 'bout bussen' heads that's what I said I'll paint ya white shirt red that's what I said You got change on a n***a head you needa bread Watch how quick the b**h come up dead you gon' get bruise You think it's a game dogg watch the 5 O'clock news I do what I gotta do ain't no time for no playin' You be here ta hit the block so when I'm hittin' I'm sprayin Uptown it's t-shirt man you ain't hear my n***a Turk St. Thomas puttin' in work puttin' faces on shirts Stupid n***a you dont want beef wit' us Cuz we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups And dogg the last n***a pled got his head bust And dogg you'll get the same that's a promise, promise I might be young but I ain't scared to spin a bin I might be skinny but I ain't scared to shoot 50 Juve ridin' wit' me I'll shoot up where ya stay We 'bout war (?) trigga-play Me and Juve, I gotta K. he gotta uzi Two man army I come through gettin' stupid If we beefin' yo block we'll blose it Me and Juzey 'cho head you'll lose it [Young Buck] k**a guerillas on my team hit blocks in broad daylight Diamonds that blind ya eye site stun'tn flossin' my motor bike Paper chasers figgas my pockets stay tight I get a ki' fa' half-a-price be up from sun to daylight Gotta make that money mayn, even if it take for me ta split a wig It ain't no thing cuz I got choppers and grenades brang What you wan' brang shoot up a head shot from up closely [Soulja Slim] I hit blocks erasin', paper chasin' is my hobby You see me comin' up you playa hatin' try'na rob me I don't think n***a, Smoked Outt be on the real Kickin' flights all night try'na come up on a mill' n***a you-best-a-peep-it cuz my click we takin' over Do what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders b**h I'ma roller, so +Respect my Mind+, get outta line And I'ma hit ya wit' that iron, n***a I told ya I'm soulja And thats on the real, Smoked Outt be the sh** Make you b**hes feel n***a, feel n***a [Lil Derrick + (Soulja Slim-n-Turk)] Ya dig, all the time, you'khamsayn It's all gravy Baby (yea I hurt the mothaf**in' game) Respect his mind, its beatiful Me, heh dawg I been eatin' fettucini and steak The last five years na' (Wat'chu know about that) I'm lovin' this life Knahm'sayn (Who the f** in this b**h? Turk) My n***a Da'shaw just brought a (Viper) (Dee) Ha its black (Whut?!) its off tha heezy (Darell) On crome, I know y'all see me pa**in' through y'all hood You haters out there drinkin' the Hatorade huh? Haheeh it's all gravy Baby It's a drought too but I got some birds, but I want 30 b**hes Heehhaa y'know 'bout it stall, it's all you Cash Money in this b**h K.C., Sha-sha, I ain't forget about 'cha Baby, Lil' Wayne, Turk, it's all gravy Juve, Suga...Slim, your busy