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Jermaine Dupri - Turn It Out

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[jd and hoe talk, then argue]

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 Id be locked up

Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now

Got up wit jd though, crazy dough

Queens with the so so def, atls best

Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies

Thug passion for j doves, heneys 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

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Jd:

Im slumpin yall dread like locks, get bread by the flocks

Bitches love me and Im duggy from the head to the socks

Too much to handle, here da man of the year

Hit rooms and lightem up like a chandelier

From c-p to the bridge, yall know what it is

Been gettin money like this since I was a kid

Im in the corner with bitches and buckets of cris

Pourin at the most goinest nigga with 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 Im nice in the 3 black same color amgs

T.vs, 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

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, Im seein in doubles

Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle

Where my dogs at? these aint my niggas I love

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 motherfuckers pointin me out

I wish I had the drink, but then Im too intox to aim and put the clip in

Its like the floors wet and every step is like Im slippin

And yo, I cant lose a step, I feel my enemies followin

All I got is a weapon and this hennessee bottle

Im 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, Im feelin my arm

Thought my roley was gone, now I wanna swing but Im 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, perellis 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 things for sure, so so def know how to party



All night long (til when? )

Til the early morn (it dont stop)

And uh (it dont quit)

And uh (so so def with the dope shit, bitch!)

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