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White Boy - U Turn My Whole World Around lyrics
Intro: Yea I know it's hard in life But you gotta keep goin' Keep your head up, be strong, stay focused Through all my tears and pain, trials and tribulations I can truly say, I've been blessed, real shit c'mon Chorus: U turn my whole world around (I dedicate this to you, my music, yeah, lets go) U turn my whole world around (Without it I'll still be on the block husslin, and for real ya'll) Verse: First off I was always caught rappin' on the spot me and the fellas laughin' on the block hypes askin' for rocks (what you got?) broke no dope baggin' up or not 20 moes braggin' on the block tryna make it happen on the block (on the real) label as the hottest one Tanya son group of niggas deep and we all gotta gun stalk to the streets and we all gotta son some don't know a bitter lick never knew what we were dealin with gang bang killa shit fillin clips livin' through the realest shit still stealin' pits yeah some gotta give young gotta kid talk but it's none that I did still frontin' for a gig what Chorus: U turn my whole world around (Lord knows I done came a long way in these cold streets don't play hear me when I say) U turn my whole world around (Without you I ain't nothin' naw I ain't bluffin' nigga the some real ass shit ya'll don't hear me) Verse: It starts off I meet this kat named Smacks braided up hat banged back he see that I happened to rap (A lil' man Inna put you on) Smacks put me in this concert to see if I'm worth will my rhymes rapped one bombed verse stole the whole concert (nigga what?) since the moment rappin' I been on it happy I ain't happy packin' in the mornin' flipin good crack while im flowin' picture nights in the mix nights in the tip dream of a life of a prince now I'm writin' for my chips high off of spliff ride through th strip eyes with a glimpse 9 on my hip rhymes was a gift young ang thuggin' life was a bitch but Chorus: (Repeat 1x) Verse: Listen it's different chris different sys. now I'm on some different shit mention this different crib different whip new 9 different clip same grind different tip stickin' with the sickes lyric fit chris made it to his goal it's on I'm rollin' on wait hold on the road is long young colly on I'm 18 flowin' on the strongest song nigga I can hold my own (shhh) on the low imma blow for show when get this dough ya know no more husslin crack bubblin' stacks shovin me back my son on my back get my mother a flat as long as gunnin' the track it's real Chorus: (Repeat til song over) |
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