Turn me up a lil' bit



The dope game hard, the rap game easy

Industry niggas so motherf**kin sleazy

In the streets niggas 'gon try you if it's easy

Leave you like a bitch on a period bleedin

Real respect real almost in any case

When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case

Behind every death, it's a sucker in the mix

Sucker niggas get a real nigga in some deep shit

For instance Glenn, did different with Ben

Glenn told him get a chick I gotta check for ten

And hit shorty with two, if she clear in a week

Then it's eight bands left we split four grand a piece

Long story long Glenn jerked him instead

f**ked the bitch and count up and withdrew all of the bread

Ben caught him slippin put the slammer to his head

Took his jewels took it to the pawn shit was just led

Faker than the three dollar bill he wish he killed

Glenn sped back to his block right up the hill

Told the OG Butta, from the hood what happened

But he left out the part, 'bout him snakin and rappin

Said I was just chillin on Rutland, 'bout to kick it with a bitch

Then this hatin nigga Ben, ran up on me with some shit

I told the nigga if he 'gon pull it, then he better kill me!

Butta said what happened? Nigga took all your jewelry

Nah I ain't with it today, I kept it light

That nigga can't shoot anyway, so I'm aight

But he f**ked up now, 'cause I know where he be

Matter fact big homey, won't you ride with me?!

Now Butta in the car, he don't play that shit

And he fittin to put a hole in a nigga

With his fo' fifth eight shot head trigger

There he go right there pull up a lil' nearer

I'm a get out, meet me on the corner stay on the right

Glenn said cool big homey, I got you aight

Ben ain't even seen it comin he caught that body with ease

And Glenn saw some people comin he thought it was the d's

But it wasn't, and he drove off

But he hit the corner lookin like is this boy lost?

Now it's sirens, gun in hand lookin violent

He fit the description police just got the firin, now he gone

And the moral of the story is, f**kin with suckers could get your mother tears

And the moral of the story is, when you f**k with them suckers could get your mother tears



This is my song, you can't defend wrong,

You can't defend wrong, Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song

Maybe you'll listen if I put it in a, song, song, song, song, you can't defend wrong

The rap game hard, the dope game easy

Industry niggas so motherf**kin sleazy

In the streets niggas 'gon try you if it's easy

Leave you like a bitch on a period bleedin

Real respect real almost in any case

When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case

Real respect real almost in any case

When the fake get involved it turn to a murder case