Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter From The World, artist - Turk. Album song Raw & Uncut, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Letter From The World |
Nigga. |
Bitch niggas turnin state, you understand |
Nigga, them people 'n shit |
Look. |
I woke up it’s mail call and it’s one of my dawgs |
Keepin me posted 'bout this one nigga who tellin it all |
Nigga done turned snitch, and he tellin it all |
Tellin them people for on every nigga that ball |
He done got Joe busted, «The Twins,» and Bo |
People caught 'em down bad movin ki’s of that snow |
At the warehouse, the one cross the lake |
Where the yachts at, you know, Paco’s Place |
They gotta hundred bricks, ten Chinese eggs |
A halfa million dollars all wit' big heads |
All four facin time in the FEDs |
Got conspiracy charges, and drug traffickin |
Now tell me that ain’t fucked up, nigga playin it raw |
Tellin everything on what he heard and what he saw |
He gotta get touched up, what chu say |
I say what chu say, I’m wit' that all the way |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
Well what do ya know, it’s the second day in a row |
But this time I got another letter from my ho |
She tellin me 'bout another cat |
And I’m fucked up 'cause I know 'em from way back |
I mean way back |
He took a plea to get back on the streets |
Gave up the boss man and the rest of his peeps |
Informed 'bout the murders that happened two years |
The one in the Nolia and one in the Calio |
Where nigga they score from, the day and the time |
Singin like a bird straight droppin a dime |
Nigga done skipped town, ducked off somewhere |
'Cause he know a nigga know he ain’t playin it fair |
Nigga talkin 'bout doin 'em somethin |
Catch his ass down bad and put two in his mellon |
Said them niggas ain’t silent no more |
They 'posed to take they lick and run 'n not cry like a ho |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
This my third letter, it’s my dawg again |
He givin a nigga low on a nigga named, Ben |
Told me Ben was a O.G. |
who been in the game |
Been around for awhile, and he been had change |
But come to find out nigga workin wit' the FEDs |
And how I find out, I gotta low from Chaz |
Say that nigga there mouth straight loose like bowels |
Can’t hold water on his chest, he be playin it foul |
Bitch nigga be singin like he at church or somethin |
And former number one gotta get murked, lil cuzzin |
YESSS, look |
Gotta get murked, lil cuzzin |
Let 'em swim wit' the fish, Quick murk the puppy |
Nigga ain’t no dawg 'cause a dawg is silent |
A dawg keep it ghetto, he don’t tell on nobody |
This shit fuckin my head up bad |
Nigga turnin state, straight workin wit' the FEDs |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
I gotta letter from that world |
And it read that the game is gettin spoiled |
Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds |
Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads |
Ain’t this cold, these niggas ain’t silent no more |
They be 'round FEDs, ya heard me |
It be ya own niggas, ya heard me |
Gotta watch these niggas, ya heard me |
Niggas’ll turn state, ya heard me |
They ain’t 'bout doin no time |
They shouldn’t do no crime, ya heard me |
You understand, I’ma take my lick |
You understand, nigga talkin 'bout he gon' be silent |