Lyrics:
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
overall,
Niggas seasick yo girl rock the boat hand on my balls,
In my defense I ain't even know she ain't disclose all the sequences just took off her
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
got no manners
I'm fucking yo bitch even tho I can't stand her
Tony tony tony
The niggas in this shit they be so phony
Can't tell the cops on me if I do
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
the guards
Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne
[W.C.]
Nigga the bang bang get up
Skip skippin through the lane, swang, look at Dub
Nah, fuck all that
I'm ghetto like Gotti gimps
[KLC]
Ha ha ha
Naah naah nigga fuck that
Nigga I'm ghetto like using motherfuckin' hangers
Yo, what's up yo? This is Nore, nigga
Yeah, let me know when y'all comin out here
so I can y'all some gats immediately
The minu-The minute y'all
niggas out of the booth, unpluggin' it
Strange fruit, my niggas live to shoot
Yo, it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit
Yo, so bust what
niggas gettin quaked by money
But The Horsemen here though
Comin through with the Hennessey and dough dough
I'm lookin at the niggas peepin out the hoes
I
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is
And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids
No
the E-Class
Kiss my ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
[Chorus]
Yo I use my real name - cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in
I probably own it nigga
I'm a player by myself ain't no opponent nigga
Step up get yo ass kicked you don't want it nigga
Break bread or break fast
Warning
Yo, wanna rumble with the Pun, huh?
Shit on the whole industry
Yo, who puff more L' than Pun? Pile on more styles than Pun?
Who
Fuck the foolery I show my love through these Cuban links
Fuck the industry cause ain't nobody wanna sign me
Roxanne hit the hood a lot of niggas
(I mix my)
I mix my problems inside of this double cup anyways
And it's all out the mud I could never forget
Where we was how these niggas gon feel
a housewife
When you know everybody know you a body
Got me a pistol, I got me a shotty
I be posted up in the yo like Gotti
How you gon' send a nigga like me
I'll sale something
Don't tell niggas business they a tell something
Slid by yo lil bitch heard her yell something
Slut head wouldn't shit she a fail
[Conversation]:
Keep everything on
Blaze always
Nigga this only nineteen thousand
(yo check this shit out)
I want my thousand dollars now
I
to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about
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