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Resident Evil: Turntable Apocalypse
01. Intro
02. Drop The Bomb
03. Haunted Scratch
04. Freestyle
05. Witch Wicked Scratch
06. Drop It Like It's Hot
07. Still Cruisin'
08. Shine
09. Bloody Scratch
10. Ignorant Shit
11. Deadly Scratch
12. Higher
13. Freestyle
14. The Gangsta Click
15. Oye Mi Canto
16. Walking Dead Scratch
17. Fly Like an Eagle
18. Big Chip Scratch
19. Danger Zone
20. Return From the Dead Scratch
21. The Return
22. How We Do
23. Hey Now
24. Head Chopping Cuts
25. You're the One
26. Scratch Before Death
27. Real Gangstas
28. Into What You Say
29. Wait a Minute
30. Death by Lethal Scratch
31. What U Gon' Do
32. Go DJ
33. White Tees
34. All Cut Up
35. Breathe
Yea
What... What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the mothafukin East Side Boyz
The Kings of crunk
Back at chu wit some new shit
Now jus cause we went platinum and shit don't mean we gon change nigga
We the muthafukin Kings of crunk and we gon' always get this muthafucka crunk
Now let's talk about some more niggas
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start actin' up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha fucked up
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha fucked up
You don't game in the club wit yo muthafuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't game in the club wit you muthafuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit

My brains is takin in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shawty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold yo breath longer den a navy seal
And them bows (oh) will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you can't differ yo dick from yo ass
I smoke bows wit my niggas (what)
Fuck hoes wit my niggas (what)
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure (yeah)
It's a close casket
For them hatin baskets
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots (ha ha)
Who you talkin to bitch?
What chu gon do trick?
When its obvious to see that chu aint gon do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and fuck being the punk

Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm lookin round dis muthafukin club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talkin and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightenin going on in this muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafukin do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafuckin niggas (Yea)
An talk to they ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)