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Hot Boys-Get It How U Live-1997-RMG

2009-09-06 - extension: rar - size: 82 MB

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Hot Boys - Get It How U Live 1997

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Hot Boys- Get It How You Live - 1997

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HOT BOYS TURK (U THOUGHT IT WAS OVER)WITH LYRICS
Young & Thuggin'(June 5, 2001) Cash Money (Gold) Raw & Uncut (October 21, 2003) Koch (More) Young & Thuggin'(June 5, 2001) Cash Money (Gold) Raw & Uncut (October 21, 2003) Koch Penitentiary Chances (April 27, 2004) Koch Still a Hot Boy (September 13, 2005) Select-O-Hits Convicted Felons (September 5, 2006) Laboratory Streetz Made Me (TBA) Cash Money http://www.myspace.com/eastoaklandcal [Intro] Reporting live from WKQXL, The Lab This is Connie Cargen, we have just been informed That the rapper, Tab Virgil AKA Turk Was released from the New Orleans Correctional Facility At 6:30 PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut And has signed a deal with producer Kenoe At Laboratory Records, in a record deal worth so much It made me wanna start rapping His contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlooked But in a press conference, he said (I can't be fucked with, nigga) (*talking*) Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk, Kenoe Laboratory nigga [Turk] I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the street Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case One more case, the mad lock on a bad day Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out Caught it out, when I fuck it every word out your mouth Convinced the judge, that I'm not guilty Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me If you don't feel that, you just green as grass Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass Look back to the subject, I told you I'll be home Doing my thang again, with a number one song And blow like the wind, be on top again Drop another c.d., and sell ten million [Hook - 2x] You niggas thought it was over, but it ain't Thought I couldn't bounce back, nigga you got ganked Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me Hoping that I won't bounce back again, homie [Turk] 6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of jail Got my niggas all, took my blanket and I bail Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling in Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on And while I was waiting, I asked to use that free phone So I could have a ride, waiting outside I ain't bout walking dog, I ain't gon even lie Called my name out the do', now I'm at the front desk Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of patience Cop taking his time, and I'm running out of patience He finally let me out, and on my way out Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga (*talking*) Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh Kenoe, Laboratory nigga We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on wait I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames nigga I'm bout that, don't get it twisted nigga Cause I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh nigga Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like that Related Turk Lyrics Turk CDs Turk Tabs Turk Sheet Music Turk lyrics Links: Soundtrack Lyrics, Lyrics for Musicals, Country Lyrics, Guitar Tabs, Popular Lyrics, Country Lyrics © STLyrics.com 2002 - 2007 All song lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational and language learning purposes only. (Less)

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Hot Boys - I'm a Hot Boy W/Lyrics Hot Shit
From Get It How U Live! 1997 [ B.G. ] I take drama as far as it could go I ain't no ho (More) From Get It How U Live! 1997 [ B.G. ] I take drama as far as it could go I ain't no ho That is something u would wanna know I get loose as a goose When beef in my presence i'm a hot boy fa'sho Nigga a living legend I straight creep if I get beef with ya They got T-shirt waiting on yo fucking picture Yo head leak like water drippin from a faucet Cause I was in the hospital Yo wootay these niggas think I lost it But I'm still a head busta Run with straight real niggas That's a fatigue nigga So this the deal with ya All about cash daddy Face behind the mask daddy Choppers with 50 in em' Ready to blast daddy Duck or get down nigga Bounce or get bounce nigga U on side of a milk carton Can't be found nigga Take it how u wanna Bring how u feel Take in blood nigga you get it how u live Chorus: ( Juve) Where the villian be That's where I'll stand I'm comming with autilary Up in my hand I'm showing u bitches the reason I'm the man I'm stopping u hoes from breathing u understand Verse 2: ( B.G) It don't stop It want stop My glock on safety Cock if you get shot Don't get shocked Cause you are aware of my actions [ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/4nr ] U know I that U heard of me And that's a fact son I'm bout whatever u bout nigga allday I'm 100% thug U wont't trigga play It's all gravy let's handle it I get scandalous I call baby it's confusion Army tool we using He beep me back We clicking up we set up A dangerous mob Once u wet up No getting up That's how it is I hustle for my G's Over hundred G's Stun'n with versace It's straight soldiers ree's And soldiers rags, soldiers hats, Soldiers jackets nigga we bustin' soldiers pants We wanna go all the way out And thug????? Uptown my stumpping ground we camflouge down (chours) Verse 3: If you aint bout no paper I ain't fucking with ya U outta line I'm gon flip ya B.g toten big pistol U know I represent Full of that dope behind lime tint Mercedes what I'm in We steal is a lil hint That u murder if you flinch 6feet in where u sent My occupation consist Putting momma on the front bench My click is often dangerous If they caught to hang with us thug with us Cause trust if u outside ain't no love with us Where I'll be all my rounds fucking down And that's dat UPT U ain't gotta hide you get down But it all good U get dirty I get dirty We all hood U be slurgin I be slurgin In the 929 fullu loaded sitting on chrome I'm hot boy that need a hot girl to take home I aint' gone bone light On dat dope dick I know you heard that we go all night Yo girl ?????? say B.G. ain't right (Less)

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