(feat. Big Tymers And Christina)    [Verse 1 - Turk]  look, look, look  I done told you once and I'm not gon say it no mo'  Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon through  Now nigga, look here, you know you down bad round  Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around  You must be trippin, what you think you debo?  I don't care who you is what you think that I'm a hoe?  Never that never was and never would be  I got a gat, I ain't just totin tryin to see  I'm bout to pull off some my rype shit  Put a bomb in a lil city, tell yo mom, you bitch  Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna  Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, nigga I got cha  But I'ma do,you and bet the next nigga don't try me  I'ma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body  Playin raw like Gotti wrong like Gotti, you wack your hoe  And flea off in my Limo-tinted up-Ram    [Chorus]  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg  I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)  It's bout to go down (fo sho)  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo'  I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down    [Verse 2 - Christina]  Off top, fuck it I show up at ya block and see  Wit about fifty glocks  And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop  Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot  Pull up in the light, with a coupe  With a bag, matchin my boots  I ain't here to be cute, I'm here to bring the truth  But I gotta letcha bitches know exacly how I do  I know bitches be like, "she can't really fight  Ain't no ghetto in her", till I put the medal in her  Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, fuck Shanelle  Shit, I'm down to bring couple of nails  Bitch I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin  Up-chick up before bullets start leakin  I locked up and got my poker face on  A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on  Chumps get done fuckin with the lady don  Take your arms leave reachless  Shit, I leave you speechless  Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex    [Chorus]  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg  I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)  It's bout to go down (fo sho)  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo'  I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down (off top)  It's bout to go down    [Verse 3 - Baby]  Let's go  Bitch nigga take that frown down, before we tear it down  Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta shit should have been went down  In the club, high off that fire woodie  Right now, I guess it's bout time to holla woodie  Didn't a nigga like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round  Lay'em down, fuck over'em the nigga ain't nothin but a clown  Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down  Shot callin, I never get my hands dirty  These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies  Off that bottle, I'm bad and I'm nervous  Dick Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em  Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin  Cross the court, niggas whisperin and they nervous  Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy  Don't get it twisted, it's Cash Money real estate  Platinum bullets, let his family see his fuckin face    [Chorus]  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me dogg  I heard you sprak like four round-Yes I did, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down (fo sho)  It's bout to go down (fo sho)  Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg  Why you lay that hoe down-Because she play with me fo'  I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did  Turk is bout to go down (off top)  It's bout to go down (let's go)