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