Lyrics:
no vest can do to protect ya
(Young Turk)
In my section niggaz slang coke all day
In my section niggaz snort dope all day
(B.G.)
With a bad mouth, ya
B.G.:
You fucking with the B.G., you fucking with the whole crew
Young Turk:
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me
the whole crew
Young Turk:
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like "Look, I can't be stopped"
I feel like
made man
Ya'll pussy niggas in the middle
Balling like a Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Nigga Young Turk
Young nigga thinking this first
Young
fives
Lil one don't give a fuck if he die or not
Lil one said to Jumball he gonna ride on his block
Chorus x 2
(Young Turk)
Hot Boys we
Young Turk:
(Verse 1)
Fatiuged up full of that dope ready for war
Me and Mark wit K's tearing yo station up
Baggin' that kill shooting at anythang
so I'm
Yelling suck my dick
I'm bringing pain, off top slinging iron
Free Young Turk, BasedGod
And Lil Wayne nigga bitch I bring the pain
Free Young
I don't meet the reaper
Jealous ones envy you can get murked
I was unemployed but kept work
I was a hot boy like young Turk
I go berserk with network
We'll hide our earrings
Make up in the loo
Sneak out in platforms on Fridays
She'll do it for a lipgloss
With the young Turks of Hounslow West
one got two ?? for fives
Lil one don't give a fuck if he die or not
Lil one said to Jumball he gonna ride on his block
Chorus x 2
(Young Turk)
Hot
fuckin' with them hot boys like Young Turk (Young Turk)
Broken heart or backstab, tell me what's worse (Backstab)
Cut the top of the whip like surgery
Turks, young Saturday nights
Young hips shouldn't break on the ice
Old flames, they can warm you tonight
So keep it cool, my baby
Don't lie, I want
Dans in de club, two-step
Cubaanse goud om nek (Cuban Link)
's Ochtends, ik chap op m'n lap
's Avonds, ik chap them slets
Young Turk, build them
We're the kids in cmerica
Edge of 17
Young turks
Hot in the city
Take it away
Sweet dreams
Who can be now
Somebody's Baby
Rosana
I've been waiting for
the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You
nigga
No ceilings, yeah, fuck with me it be a killin'
Yeah, Young Turk, nigga
I'm Mister YNT, nigga
gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor
the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You
gonna have to serve somebody
You may be a state trooper, you might be an young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich
metaphors
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
Leave that to the young Turks
They're more
have to serve somebody
Now, you may be a State Trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may even be the head of some great big TV network
You may be rich
somebody (serve somebody)
Might be a state trooper, might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
May be rich or poor, you may be
squirm
I could never learn any young turk's new tricks
I could never learn not to kick against the pricks
Things go from bad to worse, sometimes it makes
[Intro - Turk - talking] (*echo*)
Uh huh
Young Turk nigga
Don't know
Uh huh
It's like that nigga (c'mon)
Uh huh
See'mon, see'mon, see'mon,
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