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Clear the way ducking shots Cause once my gun cock I then aim and pop Im a donkey nigga, look here a untamed guirrella Wilder than willa TC representer Known for spending big spitting about 50 Plus Im quick to ride and give it to you bitches A low down nigga Always have always will Uptown nigga, young and thuggin, Ready to kill In my blood and my veins be the way that I be All I know is killin Murder, drama, no peace Lil nigga 19 got off the porch early I don did it all believe that ya heard me Nigga like testing ya nuts dont ya do it I dont hesitate especially if ya blew it Ya set I run through it like a mad man Dont think I wont do it Leave ya mama sad man Chrous: Its in me my nigga to be the thug dat I be Its in me my nigga to wear beagats on rollies Its in me my nigga to wear T's, Baud's, and Ree's Its in me my nigga, its in my nigga (2x) 2-Its in my blood stream whodie to be the nigga that I am Tought gats, flips hats, take a nigga from his fam Nothing but streets shit is all a nigga know Knocking you off your feet quick is all a nigga know Drive bys and pull ups Im prepared anyday Thugging as usual I do that everyday Bitch niggas get roasted if they not from round my way In the middle of the Quarters in one of them hallways Quick to steal ya look Im real I aint fake Give ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape Put a hole in ya thinking cap You wont be thinkin no more Nigga you'll be put to nap A young nigga play it raw raw And X your bitch ass out Me and my nigga Rack quick to run up in yo house Fuck it I goes out cause its in me my nigga When its a coke drought I told em send me my nigga Chrous: 3-Im the one they talking about Original hotboy, lil Turk nigga Run up and get shot boy With a long gun, a K with rounds in it Nigga show that ya done When Im spinning or grillin None stop cousin that chopper a fool yea Get a nigga mind right thats what it do yea Blood and brains all over the streets Is what ya see nigga fucking with me Ill do you something awful Split ya shit real deep Close casket what ya have Front row for ya peeps I gear up in black Somebody dying tonight Look load up the Mac Its time to ride tonight Im disguised like a woman Mask over my face Gloves on my hands Look no evidence for the case Look thats how its gotta be done Did smart and smooth If you dont want trouble Nigga betta be cool Chrous: (til the end)  More Young Turk Song Lyrics
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