Gangster Turf Wars
By Mystic Compilations
[Intro]
Ah—yeah…, auh…, auh…, ah…,
911 is who they call when we go out of control,
Fast cars, fast fights, fully packing and ready to defeat the enemy at the sound of a drumroll.
Hearts are pumping rivals are dropping, there is no stopping,
They could feel the tension, while we are dividing, conquering, and defending our turf: a true fighting action of supremacy that was shocking.
[CATCH PHRASE]
Hey..., hey..., augh..., augh..., augh...,
Gangster turf battles is an overwhelming force…,
You got a beef we will stay on course…,
We will negotiate with bullets and leave your corpse…,
Gangster turf battles…,
No place for the weak with titles…,
Gangster rules the streets…,
We better not meet…,
We better not meet…,
We better not meet….
[Verse 1]
Yeah..., yeah..., yeah...,
Stakes are high our turf yields plenty: hundreds of thousands,
Businesses solicit our services, and we drop diversion carrying poisons.
Pockets are deep and we are not cheap,
Intelligence has leaked now that we are in deep.
Fighting head-to-head for supremacy,
Bullets ringing through the air while automatic weapons shatter the walls heavily.
[Pre-Chorus]
Augh..., augh..., augh...,
There is no shortage of enemies,
Dealing with hostility is our specialty.
Breaking ground sixfold with body count mounting up,
You are dealing with a full cup,
There is no fuss; we are all corrupt.
We are dropping enemies underneath,
Staring down six-foot under…,
Staring down six-foot under…,
So, step off, we are ready to bring the thunder …,
We are ready to reap… (Step up…),
We are ready to reap… (Step up…),
We are ready to reap… (Step up…).
[Chorus 1]
A—hah..., a—hah..., a—hah..., a—hah...,
We are bearing our chests with muscles everywhere,
Artillery are our tools that deal with fools, one step away from the final blow, beware we are to be feared: a warning to declare.
We cover’s our domain two-hundred strong,
Dealing in all manners of business, we cannot go wrong.
If you step on our turf, we will hunker down and bring you down,
Get ready to feel our fury, we will finish what you started, so do not backdown,
We will jack you up facing the pavement upside down.
[Bridge]
Yah..., yah..., yah...,
We are stepping into the darkness to keep you at bay,
Controlling the outcome throughout the day.
Surrounded at all ends led by a spread of bullets delivering the final blow,
Know they are dark memories lying with their face to the ground—the odds are stacked with no place to go.
Bodies keep on dropping as we keep on popping, that’s the way it goes,
They have bearded their chest and know they are at rest—from lethal blows.
[Pre-Chorus]
Augh..., augh..., augh...,
There is no shortage of enemies,
Dealing with hostility is our specialty.
Breaking ground sixfold with body count mounting up,
You are dealing with a full cup,
There is no fuss; we are all corrupt.
We are dropping enemies underneath,
Staring down six-foot under…,
Staring down six-foot under…,
So, step off, we are ready to bring the thunder …,
We are ready to reap… (Step up…),
We are ready to reap… (Step up…),
We are ready to reap… (Step up…).
[Outro]
Turfs wars, who will survive?
Money is the motive with choices to make dead or alive.
Ambition is the incentive to the top,
Who will become corrupt?
Rising to the top…,
Rising to the top…,
Rising to the top….
