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YO GOTTI lyrics : "Ain't No Turning Around"

I'm from the hard knock life, that all white lie,
Pop it with it at the phone when they're getting that bad life,
!@^% goes like gospel, kills me in the chorus with the drop head after,

You're a sleight master, you don't care, barely in the blur,
And I ain't enjoying team, 'cause I have my own line.
Got my own man, saw my own math, fifty one hundred like a hundred's on time.


Won't you put your hand on that pot?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around

Won't you bush your first glock?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
Won't you jump off that porch, yeah !@$@

Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah !@$@
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around


I'm from the hard knock life, that all black lights,
It's making sales on a mountain bike, yeah, that's that crack life

Bring the whole one down and sell 'em on next,
Couple days later, four door six.
Lord, I love shimy spray every day's a hiny day,

$#&@, you think we'll charge you like you ... it anyway.
Yeah, just look at those that took a nap,
When you're on the road to riches, !@$@, ain't no looking back.


Won't you put your hand on that pot?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around

Won't you bush your first glock?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
Won't you jump off that porch, yeah !@$@

Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah !@$@
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around


Shots five men down, says he was hands down
Pull the brutality, !@$@, the reality

Trade the money all in a black hoodie
You !@$@ big and fat, waiting for a bully
Big babies is the world on drugs,

What you're seeing in, you see my god damn pearl
Why you fit here you see my god damn self
I have more love for these streets than my god damn self


Won't you put your hand on that pot?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around

Won't you bush your first glock?
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
Won't you jump off that porch, yeah !@$@

Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around
These streets hot like a torch, yeah !@$@
Ain't no turning around, ain't no turning around


Young !@$@'s wiling, shooting %#@! rapidly
To give him ten years, they do that happily

They don't understand, they bring him down the faculty
And wait about to front, is this the !@$@'s that some back on me
Grown man be at, that's how you handle it,

Reputation is everything, it's over when you're damaging
Money is easy to get, is just hard to manage it,
Always remember the rules before you put your hand in it.


Before you put your hand in it
You got to be the man in it,

You got to understand it, got to know the rules of the game,
Got to sacrifice, gotta know to fight,
Give your sin as for it break away

Is your record clean? Lord knows it's a poor sight,
Caught up in the snitch-snatch, will you imagine that?
Remember what I told you, $#&@ you, you can turn your back now

Once upon a time he a really, he a redneck
Never turn your back on !@$@s that you thug with,
(*##$ that you really like never fall in love with

Never seen you plug with the money up front,
If you smoke get your own 'cause don't hit a !@$@ blunt
Remember, dog, go sales and (*##$es gonna leave soon

!@^%s go to jail, so that's a day from hell
You !@$@ all will think that he'll ...
Now he ain't do these (*##$es on the wall and his male
But he ain't tell, so !@$@s got salute him
And when you hit the streets again, making sure he eat again

He won't be a beast again, he don't have to kill again
For eighteen five, you !@$@ go lie.

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