Artist: Turk
Album: Young & ThugginÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'
Song: What Would You Do
(Verse 1) Met this bitch named ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂKittyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ around the way bitch
A nasty hoe that every nigga don hit
But itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's cool though
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm in it to use the hoe
To hook me up wit her brotha get tha dope and tha coke
You know, Uh-Huh brother-in law type shit
Get cool wit tha nigga then you know IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm all in
Now he breakin me off, and putin me on my feet
But I got this funny feeling that the nigga playin me
Ten ounces a week! All this shit in my house
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'ma play it like he play it know what IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm talkinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' about
I ainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't given him shit, now nigga do somem
Heard he was a hoe so he ainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't gone do nuthinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'
Kitty say IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm down bad so I smacked tha bitch
She ran upstairs and got on tha phone quick
And called her brotha, and now he pissed off
What Would You Do? What Would You Do Dog?
(No Chorus)
(Verse 2) Nigga don plotted
Break in my crib tryinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' get me IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm in tha closet
HopinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' and prayinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' that they donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't find me
I got a thirty-eight wit only two bullets in it
Two niggas what IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'ma do I gotta thank quickly
Should I run and try to get away,
Should I stay try to shoot both of em in tha head or tha legs
Man IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'm all f*cked up stuck like chuck dog
And these niggas really tryin to bust me up dog
I swear if I live through this
Her brotha and his boy gon get killed fa this
And I put that on everythang you could believe that
Gon get all of these bullets they gotta bleed fa that
PlayinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' wit me Un-Un I ainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't havinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' it
On the farizneel I ainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't havinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' it
Stupid bithches ainÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't even check tha closet
IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'ma start ridinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'
What Would You Do?
( Verse 3) Let my momma and my brotha see tha car for tha day
Not thankinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' these niggas gon run up wit the ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂKÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ
LookinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' for me, talkinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' bout I owe them somem
Now if they want to they could wack momÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's and my brotha
In broad daylight, these niggas playinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' it raw
HandilinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' my folks wit the gun in tha car
All that dope so you know that they donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't give a f*ck
Make one false move and know ya stuck
My people scared as hell all because of me
OweinÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' these niggas for tha last past week
And they tired of waitnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ' and they want do somem
Either they get they ends or they gon shoot somem
I gotta do somem real, real fast
Before itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's too late and I hear that gun blast
CanÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't happen like that
What Would You Do?
What Would You Do If That Happened To You?
(Beat fades