| The earth is my turf, bagging these pretty young actresses
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| Like I be bagging my work, I’m acting berserk
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| Running around with the 'matic, an addict, my habit is purp
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| Sit back and observe, niggas is fresh off the curb
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| But still got them packs of the herb, got cracks in the burbs
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| Niggas is nice with the words but still we be trapping absurd
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| Magnum revolver, bigger than a toddler
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| Turn a nigga block to Pearl Harbor
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| Bullets real hot like lava, karma
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| If a bitch hit me with the pussy I’ma beat it like Tarver
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| Beat it like a father beat a momma, then I’ma
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| Eat the pussy up like a cobbler, something like piranha
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| Then I’ma light a lil skama
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| Get my dick sucked while I finger fuck my llama
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| 30 round clip cause I never been a marksman
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| Big ass Larkin, sound like it’s barking
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| Heard he had them P’s now they all in his apartment
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| They sparked in and shot him, we don’t do the talking
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| Thought he had hope 'til the docs said we lost him
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| Niggas be slipping too often, unfortunate
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| Caught a new case but I fought it, I’m balling
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| Put me in the game and I’m scoring, I’m scoring
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| The earth is my turf, bagging these pretty young actresses
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| Like I be bagging my work, I’m acting berserk
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| Running around with the 'matic, a addict, my habit is purp
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| Sit back and observe, niggas is fresh off the curb
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| But still got them packs of the herb, got cracks in the burbs
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| Niggas is nice with the words but still we be trapping absurd
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| From my boots to my ski mask everything black
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| While I’m riding through my city with my heater on my lap
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| Got a pint of some Henny so a nigga pretty zapped
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| And my palms real itchy, I’m just looking for some scratch
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| Where it’s at? |
| Where it’s at? |
| got me looking for a sack
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| Cause my homie just hit me, said my plug got snatched
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| Said a nigga owed him money, he was stalling on the pack
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| Nigga tried to make it up until he hit 'em with the Mac
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| Still my clique is the hottest, my bitch is a goddess
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| I’m just being modest, got zips in the projects
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| I cook it, then rock it, you want it, I got it
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| I pitch it then pop it, you snitching we chopping
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| Distribute the profit to all of my team
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| Straight from the block I was all with them fiends
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| Still smell the work it was all in my jeans
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| Now my niggas is popping, we all on the scene
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| The earth is my turf, bagging these pretty young actresses
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| Like I be bagging my work, I’m acting berserk
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| Running around with the 'matic, a addict, my habit is purp
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| Sit back and observe, niggas is fresh off the curb
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| But still got them packs of the herb, got cracks in the burbs
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| Niggas is nice with the words but still we be trapping absurd |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Earth Is My Turf , by - Sha Hef. Song from the album Mafioso Psalms, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп