| Song | U Thought It Was Over |
| Artist | Turk |
| Album | Raw and Uncut |
| 作曲 : Turk | |
| [Intro] Reporting live from | |
| WKQXL, The | |
| Lab This is | |
| Connie Cargen, we have just been informed | |
| That the rapper, | |
| Tad Virgil | |
| AKA Turk Was released from the | |
| New Orleans | |
| Correctional | |
| Facility At 6:30 | |
| PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut | |
| And has signed a deal with producer | |
| Kenoe At Laboratory | |
| Records, in a record deal worth so much | |
| It made me wanna start rapping | |
| His contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlooked | |
| But in a press conference, he said (I can't be fucked with, nigga) (*talking*) | |
| Uh-huh, homie, | |
| Young Turk, | |
| Kenoe Laboratory nigga [Turk] | |
| I know you niggas want know, how | |
| I get back on the street | |
| Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me | |
| Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long | |
| And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong | |
| I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case | |
| One more case, the mad lock on a bad day | |
| Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out | |
| Caught it out, when | |
| I fuck it every word out your mouth | |
| Convinced the judge, that | |
| I'm not guilty | |
| Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me | |
| If you don't feel that, you just green as grass | |
| Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass | |
| Look back to the subject, | |
| I told you | |
| I'll be home | |
| Doing my thang again, with a number one song | |
| And blow like the wind, be on top again | |
| Drop another c.d., and sell ten million [Hook - 2x] | |
| You niggas thought it was over, but it ain't | |
| Thought I couldn't bounce back, nigga you got ganked | |
| Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me | |
| Hoping that | |
| I won't bounce back again, homie [Turk] 6:30 after roll call, | |
| I bounced out of jail | |
| Got my niggas all, took my blanket and | |
| I bail Called the street from | |
| H-O-T, central lock up by when | |
| I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling in | |
| Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on | |
| And while | |
| I was waiting, | |
| I asked to use that free phone | |
| So I could have a ride, waiting outside | |
| I ain't bout walking dog, | |
| I ain't gon even lie | |
| Called my name out the do', now | |
| I'm at the front desk | |
| Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck | |
| Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of patience | |
| Cop taking his time, and | |
| I'm running out of patience | |
| He finally let me out, and on my way out | |
| Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth | |
| Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up | |
| Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga (*talking*) | |
| Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh | |
| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh | |
| Kenoe, Laboratory nigga | |
| We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up | |
| Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on wait | |
| I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand | |
| Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames nigga | |
| I'm bout that, don't get it twisted nigga | |
| Cause I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh | |
| Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh nigga | |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like that |
| zuò qǔ : Turk | |
| Intro Reporting live from | |
| WKQXL, The | |
| Lab This is | |
| Connie Cargen, we have just been informed | |
| That the rapper, | |
| Tad Virgil | |
| AKA Turk Was released from the | |
| New Orleans | |
| Correctional | |
| Facility At 6: 30 | |
| PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut | |
| And has signed a deal with producer | |
| Kenoe At Laboratory | |
| Records, in a record deal worth so much | |
| It made me wanna start rapping | |
| His contributions to hiphop, have been very overlooked | |
| But in a press conference, he said I can' t be fucked with, nigga talking | |
| Uhhuh, homie, | |
| Young Turk, | |
| Kenoe Laboratory nigga Turk | |
| I know you niggas want know, how | |
| I get back on the street | |
| Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me | |
| Can' t hold a nigga like me down, too long | |
| And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong | |
| I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case | |
| One more case, the mad lock on a bad day | |
| Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out | |
| Caught it out, when | |
| I fuck it every word out your mouth | |
| Convinced the judge, that | |
| I' m not guilty | |
| Plus it' s rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me | |
| If you don' t feel that, you just green as grass | |
| Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass | |
| Look back to the subject, | |
| I told you | |
| I' ll be home | |
| Doing my thang again, with a number one song | |
| And blow like the wind, be on top again | |
| Drop another c. d., and sell ten million Hook 2x | |
| You niggas thought it was over, but it ain' t | |
| Thought I couldn' t bounce back, nigga you got ganked | |
| Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me | |
| Hoping that | |
| I won' t bounce back again, homie Turk 6: 30 after roll call, | |
| I bounced out of jail | |
| Got my niggas all, took my blanket and | |
| I bail Called the street from | |
| HOT, central lock up by when | |
| I' m on my way out, bookoo niggas rolling in | |
| Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on | |
| And while | |
| I was waiting, | |
| I asked to use that free phone | |
| So I could have a ride, waiting outside | |
| I ain' t bout walking dog, | |
| I ain' t gon even lie | |
| Called my name out the do', now | |
| I' m at the front desk | |
| Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my popadeck | |
| Now I' m waiting at the front do', running out of patience | |
| Cop taking his time, and | |
| I' m running out of patience | |
| He finally let me out, and on my way out | |
| Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth | |
| Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up | |
| Cause I' m fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga talking | |
| Nigga, uhuhuhuh, uhhuh, uhuhuhuhuh, uhhuh | |
| Uhuhuhuhuh, uhhuh, uh | |
| Kenoe, Laboratory nigga | |
| We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up | |
| Uh, I' m bout to get famous, hold on wait | |
| I' m already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand | |
| Uh, I get booyacka, booyacka, booyackayacka flames nigga | |
| I' m bout that, don' t get it twisted nigga | |
| Cause I ain' t missing ya heard me uh, uhhuh | |
| Uhhuh nigga, uhhuh, uhhuh nigga | |
| Uhhuh, uhhuh nigga, uh and it' s like that |