Real Live - The Turnaround Lyrics
Mr. Slick is out to prove somethinI'm all up in this *****, pass the chrome, time to move somethin(Yo, it's the turnaround)[ VERSE 1 ]Tonight my clique's lookin lavish in upscale casino styleFlexin muscles like a Gotti trialYellow case get shook by the court with the judgeYou should know a pimp, sonny, kill them killer looksRoscoe's concealed, it's real, I'm magnetized to this heatWith the navy blue steel appealGots to be top notch, iced-out MovadoTime tickin on pussies like CastellanoThug Incorporated, my murder team is orchestratedAnd trained through excrutiating pain, they'll never be faded[ VERSE 2 ]There's no comparison how I construct the flowLike pyramids phenomenal, niggas already knowMr. Slick is out to prove somethingI'm all up in this ***** out of state, nigga, move somethingBags of money plus counting machinesNiggas lust for green, red dogs on the sceneHad to ultimate my scheme to a higher plateauIt's all about rippin shows, stick broads and dough***** the penny ante scamsWhat part you don't understand?Atlantic City-bound, playin ( ? ) for gramsPussies be vexed when I be puttin chips downThis here mother*****er is the turnaround(What goes up, must come down) - Lords of the Underground[ VERSE 3 ]This is the part that I be lovin the mostCrack the 200 dollar bubbly, propose a toastGods bless the family back home, players sittin on chromeWith three piece suits on dummy phonesMakin transations, conversatin top dollarReal Live niggas, hustle is a street scholarSmall timers constantly come around with that ***** shitI re-, re-, regulate, take 'em to the street quickMovin in on these hal
