Turk - It'S In Me lyrics

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 who 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