[Intro]
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Reporting live from WKQXL, The Lab
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This is Connie Cargen, we have just been informed
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That the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA Turk
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Was released from the New Orleans Correctional Facility
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At 6:30 PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut
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And has signed a deal with producer Kenoe
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At Laboratory Records, in a record deal worth so much
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It made me wanna start rapping
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His contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlooked
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But in a press conference, he said
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(I can't be fucked with, nigga)
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(*talking*)
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Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk, Kenoe
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Laboratory nigga
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[Turk]
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I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the street
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Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me
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Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long
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And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong
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I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case
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One more case, the mad lock on a bad day
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Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out
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Caught it out, when I fuck it every word out your mouth
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Convinced the judge, that I'm not guilty
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Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me
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If you don't feel that, you just green as grass
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Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass
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Look back to the subject, I told you I'll be home
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Doing my thang again, with a number one song
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And blow like the wind, be on top again
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Drop another c.d., and sell ten million
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[Hook - 2x]
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You niggas thought it was over, but it ain't
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Thought I couldn't bounce back, nigga you got ganked
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Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me
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Hoping that I won't bounce back again, homie
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[Turk]
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6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of jail
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Got my niggas all, took my blanket and I bail
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Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when
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I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling in
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Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on
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And while I was waiting, I asked to use that free phone
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So I could have a ride, waiting outside
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I ain't bout walking dog, I ain't gon even lie
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Called my name out the do', now I'm at the front desk
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Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck
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Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of patience
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Cop taking his time, and I'm running out of patience
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He finally let me out, and on my way out
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Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth
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Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up
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Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga
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(*talking*)
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Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh
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Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh Kenoe, Laboratory nigga
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We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up
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Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on wait
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I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand
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Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames nigga
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I'm bout that, don't get it twisted nigga
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Cause I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh
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Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh nigga
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Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like that
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U Thought It Was Over
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Turk |