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