TRUCK TURNER

TRUCK TURNER - What You Think All The Guns Is For? lyrics

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[sound of engine being started and revved as vehicle pulls off]

[1: Mobb Deep] "My click airtight"

[Truck Turner]

Yeah, Truck Turner baby [1]

Uh-huh, check it out

Fuck these niggaz on? Dope or dog food

Done caught me, in the wrong mood

I'm squeezin off, for real live

Then they bust shots, and it's on dude

You face this? Wrong move

Use your head, come on fool

Truck Turner, with mob rule

Wanna feel it? It's on Dukes

Think it can't happen?

Ha-hah, you can get it, keep yappin

I'ma start clappin..

.. in a minute, niggaz actin

What you talkin? Yo keep that

When it comes to beef I gets off

the meat rack, you seen this gun here?

You sure you peeped that?

Never sleep that, put TWO

up in your kneecap, he's holdin

I see that, pull out first

and squeeze, leave an impact

You hear me, your shine?

Come up off that, like ? titties

you soft black, wanna front that?

The line? You crossed that

Baseball bat, your jaw cracked

Didn't want to, you forced that

Now lost that, I got that

Try to come back, I shot at

Bust three times, KLACK KLACK KLACK

Bust three more, KLACK KLACK KLACK

Now you askin - where the drugs at?

You thuggin? Now stop that

[2: Biggie Smalls] "What you think all the guns is for?"

[3: Mobb Deep] "Trapped in a never-endin gunfight"

[Chorus:] the pattern goes [2] [1] [2] [3] [2] [1] [2] [3]

[as scratched by the DJ]

[Truck Turner]

Ain't no, tellin

What I might do, when I slide through

Never liked you, why slice you

Do ass, or I wipe you

off the map, all that shit you talkin?

Yo relax

Just a act, what you tryin to win

a Oscar? For the drama

Feel the gat all up in your back

Now the dread, gets done fast

Got your momma wearin black

What I TALK, live up to that

When I was young they used to call me Shorty hook-off

Now they call me big Truck, squeeze off the Tec

Blow your fuckin knees off, the trigger

til the clips they empty, never ease off

Even hoes, I'll blow your fuckin weave off

Makin, niggaz vanish like

viriginity, on prom night

Got a click, when I swarm right

One mistake, live a short life

My enemies, flip on sight

I spit out the razor

And lacerate these niggaz with pipes

Step to this you walk off the next

What? I ain't kill you yet? See I been nice

I'ma ask you one more time, now who sent you?

Then I'ma put, three up in you

to show these FUCKERS what I'm into

His BITCH, the window

is where her head is gettin sent through

These niggaz actin hard

but really gentle, we rob em

And hop back in the rental

pull off [tires squealin] just that simple

[Chorus x1.5]

[Truck Turner]

The bigger they come, the harder they fall

Watch this big nigga Truck, body..uhh..polly y'all

Me feel you? Not at all

Before I squeeze? Smile at y'all

Leave you bleedin, down the hall

Your moms got, the dreaded call

Who shot ya, what the deal yo

That hot lead? How it feel yo

Your cap, did it peel yo?

Did you buy that? Never deal yo

As for me, I'm hunkerin off

Your girl panties, I took it off

Your click moved, I had to slide

But give me time, begin to stalk

Bloodstains, in your shirt

Leave you dead, in the dirt

Stay alive, stay alert

REVENGE!! The experts

South Bronx, a.k.a. Cutthroat Island

The wrong place to visit.. ya heard??

[Chorus x1.5]

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