Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100-K, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song Art of War WWIII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.12.2013
Record label: Seven Arts Entertainment
Song language: English
100-K |
Every time I turn my head, man |
Somebody’s schemin on a bad plan |
Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand |
One after the other, harassin a Thugsta |
At first they try to bring me in court for child support |
Women deception and they lies |
I’d rather keep my jim' in my shorts than save a hoe |
I have to go and serve state time |
There’s always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em |
I made not a dollar, you didn’t sell nada |
Niggas ain’t even grateful that we let y’all ride |
You better be thankful we even let y’all shine |
Every time I turn around there’s somebody straight trippin |
Hatin on a mission, fakin on a nigga |
They always talk with some dump in they mouth |
Like Bone Thugs won’t really turn it out |
Go down like snitches, sheisty like bitches |
They gotta realize that it’s five of the realest |
Every time that I turn arouuuund |
Somebody all up in my business |
Actin like you know me, I’ve never seen homie |
He try to lean on me I’ma put the beam on him |
Tele-screen on me, really if he only |
Knew that we split him like a blunt then roll him |
Every time I turn around I see another phony |
Thug haters really seem weak for the moment |
Bone Thug niggas never beat, we told 'em |
Guess they thinkin niggas was weak but we showed 'em |
We on top it ain’t no stoppin us, the suckas wishin we would go away |
So they can flood the game with that garbage |
I’m poppin 'em, stoppin 'em, any day they wanna get with Kray |
Kray «Take Action» Jackson |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
I’m duckin haters over here, haters over there |
Everywhere I turn they everywhere |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
Duckin haters over here, haters over there |
Everywhere I turn they everywhere |
Every time I turn around somebody doin somethin foul |
I can’t turn my back without these haters tryin to shut me down |
Plot and I watch, strategize, but the clock |
Is sayin time don’t wait for nothin, it don’t stop |
Crabs in a bucket make me wanna say fuck it |
Like pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, but y’all lucky |
Eastside, front to back, we guard that |
Don’t nobody want you when yo' ass is broke flat |
Yeah nigga all that, we livin in a cruel world |
It’s rough in the ghetto but we put family first |
When friends turn to foes and the enemy’s exposed |
That’s when you gotta move on and kick dirt |
My wife and my seeds dependin on me |
To make it home safe with them groceries |
How it’s 'posed to be, they ain’t close to me |
Yeah I’m in association but I’m playin for my own team |
Too much division, head-on collisions |
Is blockin my visionary skills |
Get back to the mission to pay my own bills |
Stay on point and I guard my own grills |
Skills I’m possessin, in my possession |
Why they wanna rob a little nigga for the blessin? |
Who is you helpin, the world or yourself? |
Put it on the table cause that’s the real question |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
Turn around (turn around) turn around (turn around) turn |
Every time that I turn |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
Every time that I turn arou-rou-rou-rou-rou-rou |
Keep it thuggin green, nigga sweet, come get it |
I wouldn’t even take it if I wasn’t gon' listen |
But look here, this here, some of y’all garbage |
I know you didn’t feel it when a nigga didn’t call ya |
Keep your CD, save your money, it’s hard to make a dollar |
You wastin your time, swallow your pride, be smart |
You good to take advice? |
Alright, nigga get a job |
And a message to the niggas tryin to sue meeee |
You make me hate the spotlight |
Cause I really wanna do youuuu |
Lazy-ass bums, in-the-cut cowards |
Back door pussies stretchin them undeserved dollars |
I know you want a taste, I’ma bring it to your face |
Bring it to your face, say it to your face |
I hear your little chatter sayin that the Bone done |
Smilin in my presence hatin on that Thug love |
But Bone got a category, fanbase thug love |
Hit the avenues, never done, let 'em know it |
Y’all niggas chump change, chase fame, earn mine |
Within the right to take mine |
Take it to the top with a dream from the block |
Didn’t believe, now they got they hands out |
Make me feel bad with the weight on my shoulders |
Damn, every time I turn around |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers |
Come with the drama, nothin can break us |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers |
Come with the drama, nothin can break us |
Every time I turn around |
Somebody givin me the rules, a new ordeal |
The cops harassin, shakin me down on parole |
And put a nigga through the whole damn spiel |
This kid lookin polished |
No wonder I got a rap sheet way more enough to fill an album |
Stack keep it full throttle |
They lookin for the heat, that’s why they got 'em, C-L-E my motto |
Within the Lord I’ll abide |
Example of a good role model I’m tryin to provide |
But every time they pull me over, it’s like I’m back on trial |
They tryin to catch a thug dirty while I’m ridin |
You see a nigga fully rehabilitated |
Back reunited with my fam, still we are the greatest |
Broke up then we woke up (woke up) |
Spoke up, niggas got it together and made up (made up) |
Now we got 'em jumpin back on the bandwagon |
When we gon' drop? |
That’s all they keep askin |
When we do this shit we’ll hit the fan |
Every sucka that hated on they gon' get a thrashin now |
Every time I turn around |
These biters tryin to take our sound |
But yo it ain’t nothin that can fade our style, my style |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
You lookin over here, got me lookin over there |
The devil’s everywhere, I’ll watch my derrier-ier-ier |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
You lookin over here, got me lookin over there |
The devil’s everywhere, I’ll watch my derrier-ier |
Every time I turn around gotta listen to the sound |
Of the negative crawlin all over the ground |
Like look what you did, let me enter in your kiss |
Nigga save me, suck my what? |
I’ll kill your babies nigga |
So the wicked was the corner place, dweller place |
Never gon' eat that, eat that |
Satan the original serpent on his last track |
Flat broke, dead on his back, crawlin on his belly |
Lookin for his celly, I can call the telly |
L.A., Kelly, Rowland, rollin |
Next my ass, I know you bitch |
You gets no ass, goin down like Nelly |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
You lookin over here, got me lookin over there |
The devil’s everywhere, I’ll watch my derrier-ier-ier |
Turn around |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |
You lookin over here, got me lookin over there |
The devil’s everywhere, I’ll watch my derrier-ier |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund… |
Every time that I turn arouuuuund |