JD (Jermaine Dupri)

JD (Jermaine Dupri) - Turn It Out lyrics

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[Nas]
 Spit at the world
 My lyrics  I could spit at your girl
 Spit when I hurl  spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
 Spit facts  spit on whacks my whole lifetime
 Spit on my watch  make the ice shine
 Spit trife lines  .44 spit slugs out
 Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
 Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out
 My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
 Careful  comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a.....
 I know you thought I'd be locked up
 Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
 Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough
 Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
 Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
 Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas
 Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
 Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it

 [Chorus]
 [Nas]
 Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
 Never do I lose, all I do is win
 Cause Queens Bridge is in the house
 This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
 [JD]
 Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
 Never do I lose, all I do is win
 Cause Collin Park is in the house
 They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out

 [JD]
 I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
 Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
 Too much to handle, here da man of the year
 Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier
 From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
 Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid
 I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
 Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it
 Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN
 Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN
 See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me
 Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
 T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies
 You can look up or down, right or left
 But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def

 [Chorus, JD then Nas]

 Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
 Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
 Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
 Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
 All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
 Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
 Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah
 Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
 Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
 Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out
 I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in
 It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin'
 And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin'
 All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle
 I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me
 Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me"
 My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm
 Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
 Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
 Think it was this one here, bounce to that
 Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
 Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
 From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
 Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion
 I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded
 They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
 My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
 But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party

 [Backdrop]
 All night long {'til when?}
 Til the early morn (it don't stop)
 And uh (it don't quit)
 And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch
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