Tina Turner

(What up, B Real?) Da-da, da-da I ain't gon' fake it with you, let me tell the real (Ah) (Ooh, this a Hardbody beat) Yeah, yeah Woke up in the mornin', grab my strap because I need it You never seen a body, so, don't ask me why I keep it Dawg-ass hoes wanna get rich off nigga semen I don't trust a soul, shit get old, I got reason I rep' them three letters in the front like a Beamer I rep' through your city with a K, I'm Katrina I always end up lonely, every time I feel I need her But, love got her doin' it, R.I.P. to Tina I was knee-high when I seen a nigga feelin' it Seen my partner die, ever since, I been out my mind Thuggin' in the streets, I got lost, now, I'm feelin' blind George Bush lied when he said, "No child left behind" Oh-oh-oh, I can't feel no more This shit get cold, but I still won't fold I clutch a stove 'cause the beef never fold The streets don't judge, I hope my kids never know Yeah, I just wanna stack my paper up and make a hundred, nigga Free all of my thugs behind that wall, I know how you feel I done seen some shit'll make the realest niggas drop a tear Stuck up in my head, the reason why I pop these fuckin' pills It be do or die, eat or starve when you in the 'Ville I gave you a loan, you shitted on me, damn, that's how you feel? I was really on it by my lonely tryna get a kill I don't want new homies, niggas phony, that just how I feel Oh-oh-oh, I can't feel no more This shit get cold, but I still won't fold I clutch a stove 'cause the beef never fold The streets don't judge, I hope my kids never know (Oh-oh) oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh) oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh) oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh-oh) oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh I always end up lonely, every time I feel I need her But, love got her doin' it, R.I.P. to Tina I always end up lonely, every time I feel I need her But, love got her doin' it, R.I.P. to Tina