Bout To Go Down

(feat. Big Tymers And Christina) [Verse 1 - Turk] look, look, look
I done told you once and
I'm not gon say it no mo'
Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through
Now ******, look here, you know you down bad round
Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around
You must be trippin, what you think you debo?
I don't care who you is what you think that
I'm a hoe?
Never that never was and never would be
I got a gat,
I ain't just totin tryin to see
I'm bout to pull off some my rype *******t
Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you *******
Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna
Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, ******
I got cha
But I'ma do,you and bet the next ****** don't try me
I'ma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body
Playin raw like
Gotti wrong like
Gotti, you wack your hoe
And flea off in my
Limo-tinted up-
Ram [Chorus]
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me dogg
I heard you spray like four round-
Off top, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)
It's bout to go down (fo sho)
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me fo'
I heard you spray like four round-
Yes I did, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down [Verse 2 - Christina]
Off top, ****** it
I show up at ya block and see
Wit about fifty glocks
And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop
Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot
Pull up in the light, with a coupe
With a bag, matchin my boots
I ain't here to be cute,
I'm here to bring the truth
But I gotta letcha ******* know exacly how
I do I know ******* be like, "she can't really fight Ain't no ghetto in her", till
I put the medal in her
Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, ******
Shanelle *******t,
I'm down to bring couple of nails
******* I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin
Up-chick up before bullets start leakin
I locked up and got my poker face on
A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on
Chumps get done ****** with the lady don
Take your arms leave reachless
*******t, I leave you speechless
Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex [Chorus]
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me dogg
I heard you spray like four round-
Yes I did, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)
It's bout to go down (fo sho)
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me fo'
I heard you spray like four round-
Yes I did, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down (off top)
It's bout to go down [Verse 3 - Baby]
Let's go ******* ****** take that frown down, before we tear it down
Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta *******t should have been went down
In the club, high off that fire woodie
Right now,
I guess it's bout time to holla woodie
Didn't a ****** like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round
Lay'em down, ****** over'em the ****** ain't nothin but a clown
Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down
Shot callin,
I never get my hands dirty
These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies
Off that bottle,
I'm bad and
I'm nervous
****** Clint,
Big Chief,
K-C, ya'll help me serv'em
Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin
Cross the court, ******s whisperin and they nervous
Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy
Don't get it twisted, it's
Cash Money real estate
Platinum bullets, let his family see his ****** face [Chorus]
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me dogg
I heard you sprak like four round-
Yes I did, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)
It's bout to go down (fo sho)
Why you lay that boy down-
Cuz he play with me dogg
Why you lay that hoe down-
Because she play with me fo'
I heard you spray like four round-
Off top, yes
I did Turk is bout to go down (off top)
It's bout to go down (let's go)