El Presidente

El Presidente - Turn This Thing Around

Me and my closest road dogz

To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby

The return of the mashers, you know how we do it



Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble

My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you

Fuck what they talkin bout

Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine

Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind

Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild

No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases

Indeed, it was misery

Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me

How can I be sure I'll be saved soon?

Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon

It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right

Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night

Murder murder Mr. Lucifer

Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political

Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog

Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz

[Chorus: sung]

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk

Let me get to the other side with my road dogz

All roam in the scary place called home

Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz

Every ghetto street got a stop sign

Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine?

Even when I'm goin through hard times

I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine


Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga

They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga

Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli

Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me

Even if I died now

I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now?

Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it

Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger

Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared

M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear

Fill 'em up with pistol smoke

Never forget to blow a hole in his head

for leakin information to the feds

The burnin bed was the tellin sign

Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die

Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog

bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz



Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin

That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin

See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm

Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple

Simon Says take they heads homies

and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies

Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz

The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz

Me and Musolini set to ride we high

Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way

Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe

To live and die as a millionaire, on ..

Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes

My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes

Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog

Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz

[Chorus] - 2X

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