Letter From The World - Turk

Nigga.

Bitch niggas turnin state, you understand

Nigga, them people 'n shit

Look.

I woke up it’s mail call and it’s one of my dawgs

Keepin me posted 'bout this one nigga who tellin it all

Nigga done turned snitch, and he tellin it all

Tellin them people for on every nigga that ball

He done got Joe busted, «The Twins,» and Bo

People caught 'em down bad movin ki’s of that snow

At the warehouse, the one cross the lake

Where the yachts at, you know, Paco’s Place

They gotta hundred bricks, ten Chinese eggs

A halfa million dollars all wit' big heads

All four facin time in the FEDs

Got conspiracy charges, and drug traffickin

Now tell me that ain’t fucked up, nigga playin it raw

Tellin everything on what he heard and what he saw

He gotta get touched up, what chu say

I say what chu say, I’m wit' that all the way

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

Well what do ya know, it’s the second day in a row

But this time I got another letter from my ho

She tellin me 'bout another cat

And I’m fucked up 'cause I know 'em from way back

I mean way back

He took a plea to get back on the streets

Gave up the boss man and the rest of his peeps

Informed 'bout the murders that happened two years

The one in the Nolia and one in the Calio

Where nigga they score from, the day and the time

Singin like a bird straight droppin a dime

Nigga done skipped town, ducked off somewhere

'Cause he know a nigga know he ain’t playin it fair

Nigga talkin 'bout doin 'em somethin

Catch his ass down bad and put two in his mellon

Said them niggas ain’t silent no more

They 'posed to take they lick and run 'n not cry like a ho

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

This my third letter, it’s my dawg again

He givin a nigga low on a nigga named, Ben

Told me Ben was a O.G.

who been in the game

Been around for awhile, and he been had change

But come to find out nigga workin wit' the FEDs

And how I find out, I gotta low from Chaz

Say that nigga there mouth straight loose like bowels

Can’t hold water on his chest, he be playin it foul

Bitch nigga be singin like he at church or somethin

And former number one gotta get murked, lil cuzzin

YESSS, look

Gotta get murked, lil cuzzin

Let 'em swim wit' the fish, Quick murk the puppy

Nigga ain’t no dawg 'cause a dawg is silent

A dawg keep it ghetto, he don’t tell on nobody

This shit fuckin my head up bad

Nigga turnin state, straight workin wit' the FEDs

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

I gotta letter from that world

And it read that the game is gettin spoiled

Niggas eatin that cheese workin wit' the F-E-Ds

Runnin they mouth, just givin 'em leads

Ain’t this cold, these niggas ain’t silent no more

They be 'round FEDs, ya heard me

It be ya own niggas, ya heard me

Gotta watch these niggas, ya heard me

Niggas’ll turn state, ya heard me

They ain’t 'bout doin no time

They shouldn’t do no crime, ya heard me

You understand, I’ma take my lick

You understand, nigga talkin 'bout he gon' be silent