T.I. - Turn It

Текст песни: [Chorus:] Imma turn it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap, 50 pounds and that fire in their lap. Imma turn it for the bad hoes, aye, holla when you see me! You know I got this raw when you need it. Imma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket, Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain't got it. Imma turn it for these suckers, man, I know you wouldn't be shit without me, I can keep you bitches dreamin bout me, Imma turn it for the... [Verse 1:] Hustle Gang, n**ga, that's mandatory, Still be trappin out the bando, King pull strings like a banjo, Get a n**ga killed for a band, yo! Pay anythin' to be done in the streets, I done it, Swear to God, from the West to the East side I run it, You better watch how you talkin to me now, sonny. I'm a Bankhead n**ga, but the East ride for me, You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3D, My motivation hit different states, And that ten piece is like hot wings, n**ga. Keep it real, you not me, n**ga, If it wasn't for jail, would have shot these n**gas, If they disrespectin' on top, we kill ‘em, Imma watch that, duck like Dark Wing n**ga. Still in the trap when you see me With my burner tucked in my monster truck, The money you get like crumbs to us, And, n**ga, you ain't even thinkin rich, I'm enough With a matchin chain, my formula, Get cocaine and buy everything, like yeah! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Never will I be the one Who ever go broke or don't carry a gun, Play me for no joke, n**ga, I'm not the one, Fuck that shit that you done, we ridin ‘til dawn. Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done, New AK with a scope in case he may run, I bet he not far, on top of my car If I got my tripod, I won't have to try hard to kill him. You hooker better pay me or you out through dealin, Them n**gas whippin with you and the broad you drillin, When it come to bankroll, we the mob, n**ga. Okay, I got somethin' for you, n**ga! Imma catch me a case, I'm so ratchet, Get the fuck out my face, bout four ratchets, Got bad bitches in mad cities, We hit the stage and throw forty at it. I stay on gold, n**ga, know me, I green light a whole n**ga slit low key, My attitude does scare with some goatee, I do a drive-by listenin to Doe B. My knob bro, no remo, I'm up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him, From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole, Better know that. [Chorus]

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T.I. – <p>TI was born in 1980 in Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. He started rapping at age 7, skipping school to hang out with friends. As a teenager, he became involved in street life and dealt with drugs - by the age of 14, Clifford had already been arrested several times. However, fate was happy for the young musician - he was noticed by the managers of the record companies and signed a contract with him even when he was a teenager. TI&#39;s first album, produced by The Neptunes, was called &quot;I&#39;m Serious&quot; (2001). Despite contributing to the recordings of many fellow rappers, sales and critical reception of the album were very modest. Critics claimed that the artist demonstrates potential, but so far his tracks sound too monotonous. The release of the album resulted in the artist&#39;s separation from his first label, Arista Records. TI launched its own label, Grand Hustle Records, where, with the help of fellow DJ Drama, began releasing mixtapes of various artists. On the same label he also released his second recording, &quot;Trap Muzik&quot; (2003). This release was more successful; however, in the same year, TI went to jail, as, apparently, did not abandon his drug dealer business. A month later, he managed to get out of prison, where he managed to illegally shoot a video clip. In 2004, TI released their next album, &quot;Urban Legend&quot;. This disc was already truly successful - two Grammy nominations and a number of other awards.</p> –
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[Chorus:]
Imma turn it for the dopeboys ridin' in the trap,
50 pounds and that fire in their lap.
Imma turn it for the bad hoes, aye, holla when you see me!
You know I got this raw when you need it.
Imma turn it for the pay roll, I need it in my pocket,
Boy, what you need then I can get it if I ain't got it.
Imma turn it for these suckers, man,
I know you wouldn't be shit without me,
I can keep you bitches dreamin bout me,
Imma turn it for the...

[Verse 1:]
Hustle Gang, n**ga, that's mandatory,
Still be trappin out the bando,
King pull strings like a banjo,
Get a n**ga killed for a band, yo!
Pay anythin' to be done in the streets, I done it,
Swear to God, from the West to the East side I run it,
You better watch how you talkin to me now, sonny.
I'm a Bankhead n**ga, but the East ride for me,
You violate when you see me, get a demonstration in 3D,
My motivation hit different states,
And that ten piece is like hot wings, n**ga.
Keep it real, you not me, n**ga,
If it wasn't for jail, would have shot these n**gas,
If they disrespectin' on top, we kill ‘em,
Imma watch that, duck like Dark Wing n**ga.
Still in the trap when you see me
With my burner tucked in my monster truck,
The money you get like crumbs to us,
And, n**ga, you ain't even thinkin rich, I'm enough
With a matchin chain, my formula,
Get cocaine and buy everything, like yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Never will I be the one
Who ever go broke or don't carry a gun,
Play me for no joke, n**ga, I'm not the one,
Fuck that shit that you done, we ridin ‘til dawn.
Run up to him and do him, make sure that he done,
New AK with a scope in case he may run,
I bet he not far, on top of my car
If I got my tripod, I won't have to try hard to kill him.
You hooker better pay me or you out through dealin,
Them n**gas whippin with you and the broad you drillin,
When it come to bankroll, we the mob, n**ga.
Okay, I got somethin' for you, n**ga!
Imma catch me a case, I'm so ratchet,
Get the fuck out my face, bout four ratchets,
Got bad bitches in mad cities,
We hit the stage and throw forty at it.
I stay on gold, n**ga, know me,
I green light a whole n**ga slit low key,
My attitude does scare with some goatee,
I do a drive-by listenin to Doe B.
My knob bro, no remo,
I'm up there, stuck there, I rolled it for him,
From the coast of Mona to the coast of Ole,
Better know that.

[Chorus]







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