bled People betrayed in a secret rage Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody hears Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody
in pain Turn it off (Somebody's asking me) Turn it off (Somebody hears) Turn it off (Somebody's asking me) Turn it off (Somebody hears) Turn it off
have bled People betrayed in a secret rage Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off, somebody hears Turn it off, somebody's asking me Turn it off
ride It be suede in it, be shades in it Tires that got the rims that Spree made in it 1 of the prettiest hoes be laid in it Blowin the kid faster than
album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell
a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?) Rap it
says: "for U-turn it's the second right" and the thought that i could die getting off my car trying to stop a crazy blind new jersey traffic jam, the thought, it
seeing in the refuge of the roads I pulled off into a forest Crickets clicking in the ferns Like a wheel of fortune I heard my fate turn, turn turn And
And it's gonna be me" And you may think you lost it Take away Yes you may think you lost it Don't even wonder anymore Erase your mind, turn round and
you are Seh mi shoot up yuh ends innah my owna car How yuh fi gimme hype when yuh beg mi par And mi write five songs gi yuh turn yuh innah star Talk
Them other cats ain't going in That shit is soft porn I overcame obstacles like Parkour And if I got off course it's only cause my banking is off shore
tear it up We came to smash this club Came to tear it up We came to smash this club Put your fucking drinks up Turn it back, turn another around (x
turn it out all the fellas raise your hands, let me hear you shout all the girlies in the place, let me hear you scream it's an all-4-one party, it
and I deserve it, all my life I worked hard for them other cats aint going in that sh-t is soft porn I overcame obstacles like Parkour and if I got off
You'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play for keeps And while I entertain, suckers remain six feet deep It was good while it
turn a nigga into stone Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin
s do it Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music
