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TRUCK TURNER lyrics : "What You Think All The Guns Is For"

[Sound of engine being started and revved as vehicle pulls off]

[1: Mobb Deep] "My click airtight"


[Truck Turner]
Yeah, Truck Turner baby [1]

Uh-huh, check it out

$#&@ these ^!$$%z on? Dope or dog food

Done caught me, in the wrong mood
I'm squeezin off, for real live
Then they bust shots, and it's on dude

You face this? Wrong move
Use your head, come on fool
Truck Turner, with mob rule

Wanna feel it? It's on Dukes
Think it can't happen?
Ha-hah, you can get it, keep yappin

I'ma start clappin...
... in a minute, ^!$$%z actin
What you talkin? Yo keep that

When it comes to beef I gets off
The meat rack, you seen this gun here?
You sure you peeped that?

Never sleep that, put TWO
Up in your kneecap, he's holdin
I see that, pull out first

And squeeze, leave an impact
You hear me, your shine?
Come up off that, like? !@%$

You soft black, wanna front that?
The line? You crossed that
Baseball bat, your jaw cracked

Didn't want to, you forced that
Now lost that, I got that
Try to come back, I shot at

Bust three times, KLACK KLACK KLACK
Bust three more, KLACK KLACK KLACK
Now you askin - where the drugs at?

You thuggin? Now stop that

[2: Biggie Smalls] "What you think all the guns is for?"

[3: Mobb Deep] "Trapped in a never-endin gunfight"

[Chorus:] the pattern goes [2] [1] [2] [3] [2] [1] [2] [3]

[As scratched by the DJ]

[Truck Turner]

Ain't no, tellin
What I might do, when I slide through
Never liked you, why slice you

Do $$#, or I wipe you
Off the map, all that %#@! you talkin?
Yo relax

Just a act, what you tryin to win
A Oscar? For the drama
Feel the gat all up in your back


Now the dread, gets done fast
Got your momma wearin black

What I TALK, live up to that
When I was young they used to call me Shorty hook-off
Now they call me big Truck, squeeze off the Tec

Blow your $#&@in knees off, the trigger
Til the clips they empty, never ease off
Even hoes, I'll blow your $#&@in weave off

Makin, ^!$$%z vanish like
Viriginity, on prom night
Got a click, when I swarm right

One mistake, live a short life
My enemies, flip on sight
I spit out the razor

And lacerate these ^!$$%z with pipes
Step to this you walk off the next
What? I ain't kill you yet? See I been nice

I'ma ask you one more time, now who sent you?
Then I'ma put, three up in you
To show these !#@*ERS what I'm into
His !#$*, the window
Is where her head is gettin sent through

These ^!$$%z actin hard
But really gentle, we rob em
And hop back in the rental
Pull off [tires squealin] just that simple


[Chorus x1.5]

[Truck Turner]
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
Watch this big ^!$$% Truck, body... uhh... polly y'all

Me feel you? Not at all
Before I squeeze? Smile at y'all
Leave you bleedin, down the hall
Your moms got, the dreaded call
Who shot ya, what the deal yo

That hot lead? How it feel yo
Your cap, did it peel yo?
Did you buy that? Never deal yo
As for me, I'm hunkerin off
Your girl panties, I took it off
Your click moved, I had to slide

But give me time, begin to stalk
Bloodstains, in your shirt
Leave you dead, in the dirt
Stay alive, stay alert
REVENGE! The experts

South Bronx, a.k.a. Cutthroat Island

The wrong place to visit... ya heard?

[Chorus x1.5]

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