โหลดเพลง mp3 Don't Turn Around (Explicit) - Three 6 Mafia

Don't Turn Around (不要回头) (Explicit) - Three 6 Mafia
I only f**k with those who only f**k with me

A sucker play for games a man play for keeps
I keep's me a nine millimeter just in case
A coward's in my face
These bullets he gone taste
A waste of your life stepping wrong I'm on trees
Best to leave me alone best to go make some cheese
N O Mes come in all shapes forms sizes colors

Could be your best friend cousin or brothers
I'll rob them all just to see who got the fattest stack
Walked in the bank put the loot in the cul de sac
Slapped on the guard four times for he passed out
Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out
Had on a trench coat wig and some goggles
If'n you resist you may not see tomorrow

I'm in there outta there the police couldn't get me
But I made a slip up had a trick with me
Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that
Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that
Ni**a starting bragging in his hood about the robbery
Wasn't long then 'fore somebody dropped a dime on me
I'mma be the one they can't get to they picked the boy up
Run his mouth just like a fool he gone get me f**ked up
But I'mma have to get to him before the police do a
Caught up with him night and day locked him and his crew up
Sprang down Chelsea Ave kind of in the evening
For this motherf**ker's death dawg I was fiendin
He was looking at me strange like I'mma catcher
I done hopped out with the thang let me holler at'cha
Fool where you been dog my momma got sick man
F**k that got to do wit'chu hold up I ain't your b**ch man
I heard you been talking your muthaf**king lips loose
Nah it ain't like
That dawg I ain't no damn fool
Looking in his eyes I could see that he was so scared
I squeezed on the trigger with the gun to his forehead

Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that
Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that
Blew the top out his skull now they want me dead
All the niggas in his hood police and the feds
Stepped out of westwood way out of the side
On the other side of town somewhere I can hide
I done threw my life away hunted by them pigs
Robbing every other day drops in off my nigs
They done found my whereabouts 'bouts to do me in
Kicking in the front door and I was in the den
SK was under the couch snatched it off the wham
Open fire on them hoes I didn't give a damn
Blood stream was full of d**e pump off coca leaf
Feds had me under a scope and an infra beam
Rifle bullet threw my throat choking hit the floor
Gunpowder in my mouth knocking heaven's door
Street life done took me out and that sh*t ain't fake
I done f**ked myself off cause a bammer's fate
Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that
Don't turn around give me the f**king cheese trick
Don't make a sound show me where the keys at
Lay it on the ground knowing that your pockets fat
Fore' I buck you down and I'm quick's to do that