Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's In Me, artist - Turk. Date of issue: 18.11.2002
Song language: English
It's In Me |
| Mmm, mmm, c’mon |
| Ah c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon |
| C’mon, c’mon, look, look |
| When I start to spray, clear the way, or get knocked |
| Cause once my thang cock, I then aim and pop |
| I’m a donkey wodie, a untamed gorilla |
| Wilder than real-a, T.C. |
| representer |
| Known for spinnin Benz, gettin about fifty |
| Plus I’m quick to ride, and give it to you snitches |
| I’m a no doubt fella, always have I always will |
| Uptown fella, young and thuggin plus I’m real |
| In my blood in my veins it be the way that I be |
| All I know is killin, murder drama no peace |
| Youngsta nineteen who got off the porch early |
| I done did it all believe dat, ya heard me |
| Whoever like testin look, don’t you do it |
| Cause I don’t hesitate especially if you blew it |
| Your set I run — through it, like a mad man |
| Don’t think I won’t do it, leave your momma sad man |
| Look here — it’s in me lil' wodie to be the thug that I be |
| It’s in me lil' wodie to wear baguettes on Roley |
| It’s in me lil' wodie to wear — T’s, 'Baud's, and Ree’s |
| It’s in me lil' wodie — look here — it’s in me lil' wodie |
| It’s in my bloodstream wodie, to be the type that I am |
| Sold gats split hash take a boy from his fam |
| Nothin but streets, look — it’s all that I know |
| Knockin you off yo' feet, it’s all that I know |
| Drivebys and pull-ups I’m prepared every day |
| Thuggin as usual I do dat every day |
| Quick to roast ya, if you’re not from round my way |
| In the middle of the quarter in one of them hallways |
| Quick to still ya yeah, I’m real I ain’t fake |
| Leave that a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape |
| Put a hole in your thinkin cap, you won’t be thinkin no more |
| Look, you’ll be put to nap |
| A youngster play it raw raw, and «X» ya out |
| Me and my dog Rat quick to run up in yo' house |
| Yeah I goes out cause it’s in me lil' daddy |
| When it’s a coke drought I tote a semi lil' daddy |
| I’m the one they’re talkin about, original Hot Boy |
| Lil' Turk wodie, run up and get shot boy |
| With a long gun, AK with fifty rounds in it |
| Ain’t gon' be nuttin nice, when I’m spinnin and bendin |
| Non-stop cousin, the chopper a fool yes |
| Get your mind right, that’s what it do yes |
| Blood and brains, all over the streets |
| Is what you see dawg, messin with me |
| I’ll do you somethin awful split ya deep |
| Closed casket you had front you for your peeps |
| I get up then blast, somebody dyin tonight |
| Load up the mac, look I’m ridin tonight |
| I disguise like a woman mask over my face |
| Gloves on my hand no evidence no case |
| That’s how I do it, look, do it smart and smooth |
| If you don’t want my trouble look, better be cool |