Featuring Juvenile, Turk




Verse One: Turk




In The Lex We Gettin Blunted



Fuckin Hoes And Countin Money



Niggas Bout Anything Head Bustin And Rap Hustlin



Niggas That Seventeen Playin Wit Cake Nigga



Nigga Disrespcetin Mine Look We Pullin Triggas



Leavin Em Foul Plus Me And Juvenile We Blastin



Nigga Ya Lights Out We Aint Bout No Playin And Laughin



Whoever Try Ta Stop Us From Shinnin



Four Karat Choppers Out The Window Start To Firing



Tag-teamin Is A Must For Me And My Rounds



I Catch One He Catch One Thats How Its Goin Down



Fuckin Right We Do It Once Play Them Hoes Like That



While I Get My Dick Sucked He Hit The Bitch From The Back



We Spend Cash With Each Other



Toss Ass With Each Other



And If A Nigga Play With Us Spin A Bin With Each Other



Fuckin Right



We Click Tight



Nothin Come In Between




Tommy Chopper Can Fall Paper Chasin That Green




Chorus: Juvenile




There Once Was A Nigga And His Name Was Turk



He Always Shot Balled And He Put In His Work



Until One Dy He Was Bustin' With A Dude



Then He Hit'em With The K Knocked'em Ouuta His Shoes




Verse Two: B.G.




B.G. And Turk On Fire True H.B.s



In My Down Low Camaro Blowin' Them Weeds



Its A Must We Stay Vest Up Cuz We Worth A Lot Of Chesse



Told Them Haters We Was Goin' Nation They Didn't Believe



Ca$h Money Worth Figuers And It Aint No Joke



We Aint Never Been No Hoe



So Run Up In Ya Smoke



I Tote A Chopper In The Trunk 9 And Mac On The Seat



Tuesday And Thursday I Lay Low Task Force On They Sweep



On Sunday I'm Out Shinnin'



On The Lake On Crome Straight Blindin'



Me And My Round Off In Whispers Big Tymin'