U Thought It Was Over

Reporting live from WKQXL, The Lab This is Connie Cargen, we have just been informed That the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA Turk Was released from the New Orleans Correctional Facility At 6:30 PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut And has signed a deal with producer Kenoe At Laboratory Records, in a record deal worth so much It made me want to start rapping His contributions to hip-hop, have been very overlooked But in a press conference, he said (I can't be fucked with, nigga) I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the street 'Cause I bought that time, that was offered to me Can't hold a nigga like me down, too long And if you was thinking that, my nigga you dead wrong I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the case One more case, the mad lock on a bad day Got the charge refused dismissed, and throwed out Caught it out, when I fuck it every word out your mouth Convinced the judge, that I'm not guilty Plus it's rounding the next time, tell me if you feel me If you don't feel that, you just green as grass Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass Look back to the subject, I told you I'll be home Doing my thang again, with a number one song And blow like the wind, be on top again Drop another c.d., and sell ten million [Chorus: x2] You niggas thought it was over, but it ain't Thought I couldn't bounce back, nigga you got ganked Plus I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me Hoping that I won't bounce back again, homie 6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of jail Got my niggas all, took my blanket and I bail Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas rolling in Made my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on And while I was waiting, I asked to use that free phone So I could have a ride, waiting outside I ain't bout walking dog, I ain't gon even lie Called my name out the do', now I'm at the front desk Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of patience Cop taking his time, and I'm running out of patience He finally let me out, and on my way out Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her mouth Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear that ass up 'Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh Kenoe, Laboratory nigga We bout to tear this motherfucking rap game up Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on wait I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya understand Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames nigga I'm bout that, don't get it twisted nigga 'Cause I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh nigga Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like that