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Turk Hot Boys It's In Me (Radio Edit) Here are the song lyrics for It's In Me (Radio Edit) by Turk Hot Boys. For more excellent Turk Hot Boys lyrics, run a search! Typed by: OHHLA.com * * http://www.OHHLA.com/corr_send.html for all corrections Mmm, mmm, c'mon Ah c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, look, look [Verse One] When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop I'm a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla Wilder than real-a, T.C. representer Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty Plus I'm quick to ride, and give it to you snitches I'm a no doubt fella, always have I always will Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus I'm real In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be All I know is killin, murder drama no peace Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me Whoever like testin look, don't you do it Cause I don't hesitate especially if you blew it Your set I run - through it, like a mad man Don't think I won't do it, leave your momma sad man [Chorus] Look here - it's in me lil' wodie to be the thug that I be It's in me lil' wodie to wear baguettes on Roley It's in me lil' wodie to wear - T's, 'Baud's, and Ree's It's in me lil' wodie - look here - it's in me lil' wodie [Verse Two] It's in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam Nothin but streets, look - it's all that I know Knockin you off yo' feet, it's all that I know Drivebys and pull-ups I'm prepared every day Thuggin as usual I do dat every day Quick to roast ya, if you're not from round my way In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways Quick to still ya yeah, I'm real I ain't fake Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you won't be thinkin no more Look, you'll be put to nap A youngster play it raw raw, and "X" ya out Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo' house Yeah I goes out cause it's in me lil' daddy When it's a coke drought I tote a semi lil' daddy [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'm the one they're talkin about, original Hot Boy Lil' Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it Ain't gon' be nuttin nice, when I'm spinnin and bendin Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes Get your mind right, that's what it do yes Blood and brains, all over the streets is what you see dawg, messin with me I'll do you somethin awful split ya deep Closed casket you had front you for your peeps I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight Load up the mac, look I'm ridin tonight I disguise like a woman mask over my face Gloves on my hand no evidence no case That's how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth If you don't want my trouble look, better be cool [Chorus] - 2X
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