Turn It Out Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

featuring Nas 

[Nas] 

Spit at the world 

My lyrics I could spit at your girl 

Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl 

Spit facts spit on whacks my whole lifetime 

Spit on my watch make the ice shine 

Spit trife lines .44 spit slugs out 

Ready to thug out at the clubhouse 

Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out 

My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth 

Careful comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... 

I know you thought I'd be locked up 

Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now 

Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough 

Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) 

Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies 

Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas 

Then we mix that shit, tip that shit 

Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it 

[Chorus] 

[Nas] 

Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end 

Never do I lose, all I do is win 

Cause Queens Bridge is in the house 

This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out 

[JD] 

Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end 

Never do I lose, all I do is win 

Cause Collin Park is in the house 

They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out 

[JD] 

I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks 

Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks 

Too much to handle, here da man of the year 

Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier 

From see-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is 

Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid 

I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris 

Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it 

Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN 

Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN 

See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me 

Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's 

T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies 

You can look up or down, right or left 

But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def 

[Chorus, JD then Nas] 

Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words 

Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs 

Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint 

Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink 

All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles 

Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle 

Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah 

Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car 

Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? 

Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out 

I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in 

It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' 

And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' 

All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle 

I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me 

Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" 

My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm 

Thought my Roley was gone, now I want to swing but I'm calm 

Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track 

Think it was this one here, bounce to that 

Too much Thug Passion and smokin' 

Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' 

From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' 

Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion 

I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded 

They open the car door and toss-ed me in it 

My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy 

But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party 

[Backdrop] 

All night long {'til when?} 

Til the early morn (it don't stop) 

And uh (it don't quit) 

And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)