(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 nigga, 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 shit

Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you bitch

Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna

Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, nigga I got cha

But I'ma do,you and bet the next nigga 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, fuck 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 bitches know exacly how I do

I know bitches 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, fuck Shanelle

Shit, I'm down to bring couple of nails

Bitch 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 fuckin with the lady don

Take your arms leave reachless

Shit, 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

Bitch nigga take that frown down, before we tear it down

Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta shit 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 nigga like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round

Lay'em down, fuck over'em the nigga 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

Dick Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em

Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin

Cross the court, niggas 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 fuckin 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)