Lyrics:
everywhere if
You dropping tight tracks
You know how many motherfuckers out
Here rapping like trash
For you to set up shop on
They turf without a life pass
Peace to each turf, break the curse on this nation
So when you wake up, think about what you facing
No doubt, peace I'm out, but you can catch me on this
rusty K it still hit, fuck the rust
Ashes to ashes, turn his body to dust
Double-r members shoot shots out the Culinnan
Ride for the gang never switch
[VERSE 1]
Last out, open the door, time is mine it ain't yours,
You paused and hesitated, I push through struggle un-phased
and unfaded, drug
the blood
and dirt to be free
We climbed the Omaha beach
it was a bloody way we had to reach
to free the occupied turf
to give democracy fresh new birth
when
And one night when you two were kissin
Ya heard a funny noise in the kitchen
You go out there
Saw another girl who had short hair
Pistol in her hand and she
part time but I'm one enjoying unemployment
It's got its own perks
Plus I'm not dealing with no skirts
Back on my home turf
Living with my pops
know, deep shit and get a man choked
Talk greezy and get a man smoked, you out cold
I wanna put chains on the necks n', watch how I get a man frozes
the surface
Remember when gyally used to turf us?
Now they wan' buss it for me
Baby gyal come buss it for me (yeah)
I ain't spendin' a penny, she gon'
crying, and babies dying
Earfuls of dudes saying that who's you
Pissed off cause your teen years are through
Newborns 19, you 42
When you get out, you
Warriors of the street
want to beat their enemies
The shark's broke the truce
Tonight's the night, who'll win who'll lose
This is not your turf
out on men and gives no sign of death
Or immediate birth
Due to this unknown people pray to church
But I'm not sure if the church thing works
My
championship rings
Ammunition and big faces mothafucka I been "Ladeem"
Niggas on the turf on American soil, gettin this American green
Niggas hate 'cause I'm
rapper with an attitude
Spark tracks are all that ya shit is radical
Mic slayer, upon the stage it's war time
Ever since birth I took turf, I was born
When you walk up on my turf don't interject
I get da capillary, rip it out yo neck
Yo girl gon pop dat pussy, poppa in her skirt
You can pop a pilly
snakes
What happened after that I cannot say
I saw the face of Jesus
And then I woke up out in Santa Fe
Mexican officials have just detained a
14 year-old
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