Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger - Turf Stories lyrics

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(feat. Mac Shawn, Big Tray Deee)



[Intro: Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

Bout the golden childs

Bitch-ass Nigga

[Daz Dillinger]

I thought you knew we run this motherfucker

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Daz Dillinger]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Chorus:]

[a singer]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Daz Dillinger]

Said you

Don't really wanna fuck around with us

Jack a fool, remenis and capture us

To all y'all bitch-ass Niggas what's up



[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]

Slow down a little bit innocent

Plus a little bit of that

Time to rip some good shit

Make 'em scrap

To my hat, to the back

I'm loadin' my shit

Start up the bus

Aim at everything livin' and movin'

Cause I don't give a fuck

My turf

And it ain't to be fucked with

We run this

Got no time for no bullshit

Nigga you heard it



[Mac Shawn]

Check it out

You get some rounds 

A quarter ounce

No doubt

Another day for this paper round

Shut your mouth

And peep what I tell ya about

It's a drout on the turf in the damn shown herb

But I got mo' butter than Miss Butterworf

 

Through your turf and we're servin' to work

Ice Cream can't be seen

Pineapples and apple

Get your rifles

I cause a hassle

Fuck the fortune and fame

Got me rings and chains



[Daz Dillinger]

You on my Turf, young Nigga

This my hood and this my gang



[Chorus: x4]

[Singer]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]

What am I

Automatic weapons pumped in

It ain't there, now they gone

Nigga, would that be wrong

Dippin' relocated

Hopin' we get away

Hopin' they won't see my face

To catch another case

Me and Mac Shawn higher that motherfucker

Poppin' on the bomb

Dip the stick and now homie it's on

Motherfuckers gettin' money

Livin' like king

Kill a motherfucker just for my dream

Now what I mean



[Mac Shawn]

You see what we mean, Nigga

This game ain't funny

Cause we smash the sunguns

And take they money

On the turf we keep it runnin' like an avenue

Get gettin' revenals

We ride Benzes and old schools

Now what the fuck am I supposed to do

Stop sellin' Coca

Quit mackin' and rappin'

To all my Mob Niggas

Pull your gats and start cappin' 

(BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM)



[Chorus:]

[Singer x3]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Singer]

Tell my do you hear me 

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories



[Verse 3: Mac Shawn]

The Mack 1-twicer

The M-1-dozen

The 9 mm

The .45 fever

We midnight servers

We make believers

From Vallejo to Oakland

We keep on smokin'

From Long Beach to Compton

We keep on stompin'

For our turf, I know it hurts

I know we put in work

We do dirt



[Daz Dillinger]

Motherfuckers to come around here

Gettin' pimped, back slapped and jerked 

Ha, ha



They hear us on the streets, 

they don't worry bout us

Cause me and my homeboys don't give a fuck

That's the way it's supposed to go

(Way it's supposed)

That's the way it's supposed to go

(Way it's supposed)



Crack peels, weed hot

Sherm regulate to make paper

That's how we make our paper everyday

Gankin' Niggas for a fulltime hobby

This lifestyle that I live is a fulltime hobby

For all the fame and glory

The rap wanna step

Born never to take no shit from no Nigga

Fuck everybody (Everybody)

It's like I'm born everyday

Each and every way

The way that we tend to do it like this (like this)

Nigga



[Chorus:]

[Singer]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories

[Singer]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

Motherfuckin' turf Stories

[Singer]

We tell the story

[Mac Shawn]

Turf Stories

We tell turf Stories

[Singer]

Tell me do you hear me

[Mac Shawn]

I hear you man

Yeah yo



[Verse 4:]

[Tray Deee]

When you fantasize of takin' lives

Bangin' and born to be

Exoted callin' shots

Like a boss in his hogs (Boss in his hogs)

When they likin' and they mackin'

Niggas actin' infront (Actin' infront)

But we dumb, steady bluffin'

And they touchin' us not (Touchin' us not)

When the seas known to freeze

At the sound of shot (Sound of a shot)

We run 'em out

Once they Glock fell down at the spot

(Down at the spot)

You missed the whole juice

Once gettin' the boot

I be rude cause they swooped up a ? (?)

Like it's you thought it's new

Cute bitches and coupes

When the truth we movin' huge

With or without Snoop (Without Snoop)

We get loose like dogs

Heavin' scrabble and beat

Eatin' Niggas it they think

They can challenge with me (Challenge with me)

We put it down for the glory

We tellin' turf stories

We tellin' stories

We tellin' turf stories



[Chorus:]

[Singer]

We tell the story

[Trey Deee]

Turf Stories

We tellin' turf Stories

[Singer]

We tell the story



[Outro:]

[Mac Shawn]

Tray Deee the beast

Mac Shawn and Da
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