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Don't Turn Around

アーティスト:Three 6 Mafia 

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(Verse 1) I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I keep's me a nine millimeter just in case A coward's in my face These bullets he gone taste A waste of your life, stepping wrong, I'm on trees Best to leave me alone, best to go make some cheese N-O-Mes come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers I'll rob them all, just to see who got the fatty stack Walked in the bank, put the loot in the cul-de-sac Slapped on the guard four times for he passed out Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow I'm in there, I done dared the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up; had a trick with me (Chorus: repeat 2X) Don't turn around (Give me the fucking cheese trick) Don't make a sound (Show me where the keys at) Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat) Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quick's to do that) (Verse 2) Nigga starting bragging in his hood about the robbery Wasn't long then 'fore somebody dropped a dime on me I'ma be the one they can't get to, they picked the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool, he gone get me fucked up But I'ma have to get to him before the police do-a Caught up with him night and day, locked him and his crew up Sprang down Chelsea Ave. kind of in the evening


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