Don't Turn Around Chords by Project Pat

[Intro]

[Verse]
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■   I only fuck wit those who only fuck wit me
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A sucka' play for games a man play for keeps
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I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case
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A coward's in my face
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These bullets he gon taste
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A waste of your life steppin' wrong I'm on trees
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Best ta leave me alone best ta go make some cheese
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Enemies come in all shapes forms sizes colors
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Could be your best friend cousin or brothers


[Chorus]
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I'll rob'em all just to see who got the fatty stack
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Walked in the bank put the loot in the codauh sack
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Slapped on the guard four times fo' he passed out
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Eyes on that blow and my pockets was assed out


[Verse]
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Had on a trench coat wig and some goggles
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If'n you resist you may not see tomorrow
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I'm in there I den dared the police couldn't get me
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But I made a slip up: had a trick wit me
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Chorus Xtwo:
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Don't turn around
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Don't make a sound
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Lay it on the ground
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Fore' I buck you down
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Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery
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Wasn't long then fore' somebody dropped the dime on me
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I'm'a be the one they can't get to they picked the boy up
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Run his mouth just like a fool he gon' get me fucked up
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But I'm'a have to get to him before the police doa
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Caught up with him night and day not him and his crewa
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Sprang down Chelsie Ave kinda in the evening
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For this muhfuckas death dawg I was fiend'n


[Chorus]
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He was looking at me strange like I'm'a catcha
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I done hopped out with the thang lemme holla at'cha
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Foo where you been dog
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Fuck that got to do wit'chu


[Verse]
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I heard you been talking your muhfuckin' lips loose
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Looking in his eyes I could see that he was so scared
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I squeezed on the trigga with the gun to his fo'head
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Blew the top out his skull now they want me dead
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All the niggas in his hood police and the feds
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Stepped out of Westwood way out of the side
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On the other side of town somewhere I can hide
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I done threw my life away hunted by them by pigs
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Robbing every other day drops in off my nig
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They done found my whereabouts bouts' to do me in
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Kickin' in the front door and I was in the den


[Chorus]
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Sk was under the couch snatch it off the wham
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Open fire on them hoes I didn't give a damn
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Blood stream was full of dope pump off coca leaf
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Feds had me under a scope and an infrared beam
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Rifle bullet threw my throat chokin' hit tha flo'
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Gunpowder in my mouth knockin' heavens door
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Street life done took me out and that shit ain't fake
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I done fuck myself off cause a bad mistake


[End]