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My Turf
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It's my block, my hood, my turf
Them gangstas be doing dirt, them hustlas be moving work
It's my block, my hood, my turf
Them killers be doing dirt, them niggas be moving work
It's my block, my hood, my turf
Them gangstas be doing dirt, them hustlas be moving work
It's my block, my hood, my turf
Them killers be doing dirt, them niggas be moving work
Yeah nigga, you call it the block, I call it the turf
You call it the rock, I call it the work
You call it welfare, I call it the first
Niggas call it grand daddy, but I call it the purp, yes sir
You call it a key, I call it a bird, word
You call it the street, I call it a curb, yes sir
You call it the hills, I call it the 'burbs
Niggas call me pig pen, cuz I stay all in the dirt
Like Tyrese, knee deep in the dirt, feature like Smurf
High tech hustle fiends be where they chirp
I'm that nigga that the Feds wanna see in the dirt
Cuz I be beating up the block and I be bleeding the turf
The turf is what we call the hood
George Bush is what we call the good
And Gatorbacks is what I call the wood
It's understood I boss up like a boss should
It's for my turf niggas trapping up in all the hoods
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Nigga, you call it the ghetto, I call it the 'jects
You call it a gang, I call it a set
You call it Cali, but I call it the West
Niggas call it brown weed, but I call it the cess, yes sir
You call it the sherm, I call it the wet
You call it the thizz, I call it the X
You call it head, I call it getting some neck
And niggas call me Ice-T, an O.G. in the flesh
I connect with the 'Mecs, so I sell them birds wet
Kanye workout plan, I make the girl stretch
Catch me in my turfed out van, puffin on the best
And I can get that work out man, you fucking with a vet, yes
6-5 Hundred Block, that's the turf
Where you see me running from the cops
Tryna get a hundred knots, now I run the block
And I run the spot, the work on the turf, the money at my under spot
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Nigga, you call it the slums, I call it the trap
You call it a gun, I call it a strap
You call it bread, I call it getting some scratch
You call that snitch an informant, but I call him a rat, yes sir
You call it a pound, I call it a pack
You call it the brown, I call it the 'gnac
You call it dice, I call it shooting some craps
Bitches call me Mac Shug, cuz they be choosing the Mac
On the track you find hustlas, pimps and hoes
Gangstas lifting weights on the porch, getting swole
My hard balls was high, I had to pitch 'em low
Pitch 'em slow, so all my goons can get this dough
Hit the dro behind tint, gripping on wood
My turf is like your turf, we live in the hood
Live on the block, live on the streets, live on the Ave
It's on my turf, niggas getting that cash
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