Artist: Smoked Outt Records f/ Soulja Slim, Turk, Young Buck Album: Done Didit / Bussen Heads & Gettin' Paid Song: Low Down & Dirty Typed by: Brandon_71360@msn.com, CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com [Turk] If y'know me then y'know me from bussen' heads Kidnappin' hittin' hustles and duckin' feds A quiet nigga stay saggin' wit' a bush fade Hot Boy from Cash Money 'bout gettin paid And if a nigga outta place where he walk is where he lay If I miss when I shoot I'll find out where ya stay Lil' Turk ain't playin' I'm 'bout sprayin' things ain't nuttin' for me Ta see a nigga brains hang, know y'know about Baby So I shouldn't have ta tell ya Drop change on ya feet left stank niggaz gon' smell ya We some Low Down & Dirty niggaz Always hung wit' the souljas not wit' the nerdy niggaz Stay ya distance lil daddy if you don' t want trouble I'm talkin' 'bout spinnin' Benz in black and lex bubbles Wit' shit that a hit 'cha and hurt 'cha Turn ya green and purple spin ya 'round in circles [Lil' Derrick aka Bullet Proof] Young rida 'bout whateva scrapin' +Trigga Play+ Get out the way when I come nigga I hate nigga catch fifty out my k' nigga I don't play nigga earnin' stripes like a boys scout When I hit 'cha block you buck back or ya ass out Ears off ya whole click dead dogg that's what I said This youngsta 'bout bussen' heads that's what I said I'll paint ya white shirt red that's what I said You got change on a nigga head you needa bread Watch how quick the bitch come up dead you gon' get bruise You think it's a game dogg watch the 5 O'clock news I do what I gotta do aint no time for no playin' You be here ta hit the block so when I'm hittin' I'm sprayin Uptown it's t-shirt man you ain't hear my nigga Turk St. Thomas puttin' in work puttin' faces on shirts Stupid nigga you dont want beef wit' us Cuz we do pull ups, drive bys, and walk ups And dogg the last nigga pled got his head bust And dogg you'll get the same that's a promise, promise I might be young but I ain't scared to spin a bin I might be skinny but I ain't scared to shoot 50 Juve ridin' wit' me I'll shoot up where ya stay We 'bout war (?) trigga-play Me and Juve, I gotta K. he gotta uzi Two man army I come through gettin' stupid If we beefin' yo block we'll blose it Me and Juzey 'cho head you'll lose it [Young Buck] Killa guerillas on my team hit blocks in broad daylight Diamonds that blind ya eye site stun'tn flossin' my motor bike Paper chasers figgas my pockets stay tight I get a ki' fa' half-a-price be up from sun to daylight Gotta make that money mayn, even if it take for me ta split a wig It ain't no thing cuz I got choppers and grenades brang What you wan' brang shoot up a head shot from up closely [Soulja Slim] I hit blocks erasin', paper chasin' is my hobby You see me comin' up you playa hatin' try'na rob me I don't think nigga, Smoked Outt be on the real Kickin' flights all night try'na come up on a mill' Nigga you-best-a-peep-it cuz my click we takin' over Do what I told ya or get it knocked off ya shoulders Bitch I'ma roller, so +Respect my Mind+, get outta line And I'ma hit ya wit' that iron, nigga I told ya I'm soulja And thats on the real, Smoked Outt be the shit Make you bitches feel nigga, feel nigga [Lil Derrick + (Soulja Slim-n-Turk)] Ya dig, all the time, you'khamsayn It's all gravy Baby (yea I hurt the mothafuckin' game) Respect his mind, its beatiful Me, heh dawg I been eatin' fettucini and steak The last five years na' (Wat'chu know about that) I'm lovin' this life Knahm'sayn (Who the fuck in this bitch? Turk) My nigga Da'shaw just brought a (Viper) (Dee) Ha its black (Whut?!) its off tha heezy (Darell) On crome, I know y'all see me passin' through y'all hood You haters out there drinkin' the Hatorade huh? Haheeh it's all gravy Baby It's a drought too but I got some birds, but I want 30 bitches Heehhaa y'know 'bout it stall, it's all you Cash Money in this bitch K.C., Sha-sha, I ain't forget about 'cha Baby, Lil' Wayne, Turk, it's all gravy Juve, Suga...Slim, your busy