[Turk]
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Nigga..
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Bitch niggaz turnin state, you understand
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Nigga, them people 'n shit
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Look..
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[Verse 1]
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I woke up it's mail call and it's one of my dawgs
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Keepin me posted 'bout this one nigga who tellin it all
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Nigga done turned snitch, and he tellin it all
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Tellin them people for on every nigga that ball
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He done got Joe busted, "The Twins," and Bo
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People caught 'em down bad movin ki's of that snow
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At the warehouse, the one cross the lake
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Where the yachts at, you know, Paco's Place
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They gotta hundred bricks, ten Chinese eggs
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A halfa million dollars all wit' big heads
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All four facin time in the FEDs
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Got conspiracy charges, and drug traffickin
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Now tell me that ain't fucked up, nigga playin it raw
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Tellin everything on what he heard and what he saw
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He gotta get touched up, what chu say
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I say what chu say, I'm wit' that all the way
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[Chorus]
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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[Verse 2]
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Well what do ya know, it's the second day in a row
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But this time I got another letter from my ho
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She tellin me 'bout another cat
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And I'm fucked up 'cause I know 'em from way back
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I mean way back
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He took a plea to get back on the streets
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Gave up the boss man and the rest of his peeps
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Informed 'bout the murders that happened two years
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The one in the Nolia and one in the Calio
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Where nigga they score from, the day and the time
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Singin like a bird straight droppin a dime
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Nigga done skipped town, ducked off somewhere
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'Cause he know a nigga know he ain't playin it fair
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Nigga talkin 'bout doin 'em somethin
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Catch his ass down bad and put two in his mellon
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Said them niggaz ain't silent no more
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They 'posed to take they lick and run 'n not cry like a ho
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[Chorus]
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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[Verse 3]
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This my third letter, it's my dawg again
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He givin a nigga low on a nigga named, Ben
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Told me Ben was a O.G. who been in the game
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Been around for awhile, and he been had change
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But come to find out nigga workin wit' the FEDs
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And how I find out, I gotta low from Chaz
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Say that nigga there mouth straight loose like bowels
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Can't hold water on his chest, he be playin it foul
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Bitch nigga be singin like he at church or somethin
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And former number one gotta get murked, lil cuzzin
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YESSS, look
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Gotta get murked, lil cuzzin
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Let 'em swim wit' the fish, Quick murk the puppy
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Nigga ain't no dawg 'cause a dawg is silent
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A dawg keep it ghetto, he don't tell on nobody
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This shit fuckin my head up bad
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Nigga turnin state, straight workin wit' the FEDs
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[Chorus]
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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I gotta letter from that world
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And it read that the game is gettin spoiled
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Niggaz eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds
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Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads
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[Turk]
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Ain't this cold, these niggaz ain't silent no more
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They be 'round FEDs, ya heard me
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It be ya own niggaz, ya heard me
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Gotta watch these niggaz, ya heard me
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Niggaz'll turn state, ya heard me
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They ain't 'bout doin no time
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They shouldn't do no crime, ya heard me
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You understand, I'ma take my lick
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You understand, nigga talkin 'bout he gon' be silent
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Letter From The World
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Turk |