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    "Yes We Do" Lyrics

    Turk feat. Mack 10 and Hot Boys

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    [Lil Wayne talking]
    (Lets go, fuck wit me)
    Weezy We nigga, lets go, oh oh oh oh, do it, do it
    HB's nigga, we run tha streets nigga,lets go(oh, oh)
    We run tha streets nigga(oh, oh, uh ha oh) Weezy We my nigga(oh, oh)
    HB's dawg(oh, oh, uh ha, oh)lets go(oh, oh,)lets go(oh,oh)
    What you know nigga(oh, oh)What you know about tha streets,
    nigga what you know, huh what you know, look, look, listen

    [Lil Wayne]
    I'm like a dry rubber wit tight pussy, ya can't fuck wit me
    An if ya try, I'm bustin' get it I'm bustin'
    You niggas don't amount to nothin' & me, I'm top notch boy
    Any problems I cock, glock sparks & knock out hearts
    You see tha ice twink we I talk, ya blink & ya dead
    I'll let a hollow tip sink in ya head, so think it over
    'Fore they find ya ass hangin' over a bridge & shit
    While I'm out drinkin' wit tha squad like I ain't did tha shit
    I really hope ya click come back for revenge & shit
    I'll make bullets drop on ya block like pidgeon shit
    A nigga duct tape ya ????? don't get me pissed
    Put hollow tips in clips like chips in dip
    Bitch nigga here could flip tha script, ya not built for dat
    Ya not soldiers, ya get killed for dat
    I'll cock & pop one in you cattle, push your filta back
    An niggas respect tha shots, make 'em tilt your hat(what you)

    You don't want no trouble nigga - yes we do
    Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
    An you don't want no beef nigga - yes we do
    Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
    You don't wanna hustle nigga - yes we do
    Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do
    An you don't want no drama nigga - yes we do
    Come on tell tha truth nigga - man yes we do

    My name still B.G., we it's said it rang a bell
    In rich neighborhoods, middle class hoods, & jails
    I'm a street nigga, sold ounces of crack cocaine
    If I spit it, I did it, before I got in this rap game
    One of my hobbies is beef, do that for pleasure
    It's nothin' to bust a head, put a few wholes in ya sweater
    Never get in a situation wit me involvin' guns
    Never able to sleep always on tha run
    One way or another you gonna come
    Outta isolation, if it mean killin' ya ??
    You thinkin' cause I'm rappin' & be on television
    That I won't soften ya head & come split it
    Close range is fake, bustin' from a distance
    Tha shit I'm talkin' my nigga, I'm still livin'
    If any nigga want it, can get it wit no problem
    All these niggas playin' but me, I come to stop it


    I don't play nigga
    Better watch what ya say nigga
    Cause I fuck up ya day nigga
    Wit this K nigga, I gets very low down
    Give a fuck about a nigga, hit 'em wit fifty rounds
    I'm from uptown, young & thuggin' since I was small
    Grew up around killas, hung wit tha big dawgs
    Nigga we play it raw as it go, were I stay
    Run ya mouth too much, get found in a hall way
    Wit a head shot, look that's how niggas get it
    Keep it on a tuck, nobody know who did it
    No evidence, no witness, you just assed out
    Busta ass nigga, you just assed out
    Fuckin' wit a guerilla ah untamed one at that
    You leave ya house in ya want I bet ya won't make it back
    You could believe that, look betta get it right
    Get it twisted if ya want, I betcha gonna loose ya life nigga


    [Mack 10]
    (Uh ha, yo ,yo)
    All I know is dope slangin' & gang bangin'
    Inglewood Cali swangin' & hood hangin'
    I'm a ghetto nigga, saggin', starched, & creased
    Wit everythang fa' sale from a ki to a quarter piece
    Like Baby tha bird, got tha game on lock
    An while them youngstas workin' tha block, I'm, cookin' a flock
    I'm ballin' & if I'm beefin', I layed for 'em
    But tha murders committed recently, I paid for 'em
    I got a crew of noodle knockers that'll wait in tha bushes
    Wet you up & have you bitches blood runnin' like douches
    I'm bout murda, murda, dope, dope, leave bitch niggas no hope
    Don't need a red beam cause we sight 'em wit tha scope
    Yeah you talk that shit, then grab a gun nigga
    But if Mack call tha shot, it's good as done nigga
    Cause tha base from tha fo' fo' be bangin' like a drum
    An it's cash Money blood, so fuck where you from nigga

    [Chorus (2X)]
    This song was submitted on December 30th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Dorsey, Byron Thomas, Dwayne Carter, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Tab Virgil Jr..
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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