| 歌曲 | Who Put It Together |
| 歌手 | Turk |
| 专辑 | Raw and Uncut |
| 作曲 : Turk | |
| This for my block niggaz | |
| My niggaz who got the block hot | |
| Ya understand | |
| Check it out, look... [Verse 1: Turk] | |
| Everyday all day, | |
| I be getting my grind on | |
| So I can live lovely and get my shine on | |
| Early in the morning, to late at night | |
| I be doing my thing, going on flights | |
| Catching the night ramblers, and the early birds | |
| Best believe they coming, all they need is the word | |
| Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world | |
| Especially if you got big bags of pearl | |
| For the dope fiends | |
| Crack for the crack fiends | |
| Weed for the weed fiends | |
| Coke for the coke fiends | |
| I'm a all around hustler with every drug | |
| And I serve everybody, don't care where you from | |
| When it comes down to money, then | |
| I gotta get it | |
| In order to stack hundreds, | |
| I gotta get out and get it | |
| And make something out of nothing | |
| Try to shake something | |
| Got enough fetti on the strip for me to shake something [Chorus x4: Turk] | |
| I hustle eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours | |
| Nigga, Nigga, you put it together [Verse 2: Turk] (Look, look) | |
| I hustle 52 weeks straight 12 months, 365 days cause they got money to make | |
| Doing bad is something | |
| I hate That's why | |
| I take Penitentiary chances, every single day | |
| I gotta feed the little one | |
| That's why | |
| I do's, what | |
| I do's Behind a project fuckin' building | |
| It's must | |
| I make ends meet | |
| Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me | |
| I been strugglin' for too long | |
| That's why | |
| I hit the corner and get my groove on | |
| Selling coke and heroine | |
| Watching the words that | |
| I speak on my cell phone | |
| From the shop to the block, nigga | |
| Our spot be hot, and | |
| I, got it on lock, nigga | |
| And only I got the ki' | |
| So that means, ain't no nigga could hustle with me [Chorus x4] [Verse 3: Turk] (Look, look) | |
| All I know is how to sell drugs | |
| How to make a quick come-up, my nigga, and get it in bluff | |
| Been making dirty money all my life | |
| Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife | |
| Dropped out of school and | |
| I didn't finish | |
| Runnin' the streets so hard, | |
| I ran down my tenni's | |
| That's just the way that | |
| I was livin' | |
| From sun-up to sun-down, just spinnin' and flippin' | |
| Up and down the block, in and out the hallways | |
| Back and forth to stashes, like a chicken with no head | |
| I had to get paid, 'cause | |
| I like nice thangs (why) | |
| Cause them hoes, jocks a nigga who got change | |
| Come on man, you know how it go | |
| Plus a nigga ain't frontin' ya shit no mo | |
| I gotta get me, get it 'till | |
| I can't no mo | |
| Ball 'till | |
| I fall, 'till it ain't no mo [Chorus x4] [Turk] | |
| Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town | |
| Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. | |
| If you gotta | |
| Murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it | |
| However nigga, get yo shit, nigga. | |
| Turk said that. | |
| Motherfuck them people | |
| Yeah. And it's like that. | |
| I'm a motherfuckin' hustler | |
| My nigga Ke'noe, he a motherfuckin' hustler. | |
| Laboratory nigga; | |
| You know we some motherfuckin' hustlers, ya understand? | |
| See what's going down, in 2003 to.. whenever. | |
| Look . |
| zuò qǔ : Turk | |
| This for my block niggaz | |
| My niggaz who got the block hot | |
| Ya understand | |
| Check it out, look... Verse 1: Turk | |
| Everyday all day, | |
| I be getting my grind on | |
| So I can live lovely and get my shine on | |
| Early in the morning, to late at night | |
| I be doing my thing, going on flights | |
| Catching the night ramblers, and the early birds | |
| Best believe they coming, all they need is the word | |
| Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world | |
| Especially if you got big bags of pearl | |
| For the dope fiends | |
| Crack for the crack fiends | |
| Weed for the weed fiends | |
| Coke for the coke fiends | |
| I' m a all around hustler with every drug | |
| And I serve everybody, don' t care where you from | |
| When it comes down to money, then | |
| I gotta get it | |
| In order to stack hundreds, | |
| I gotta get out and get it | |
| And make something out of nothing | |
| Try to shake something | |
| Got enough fetti on the strip for me to shake something Chorus x4: Turk | |
| I hustle eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours | |
| Nigga, Nigga, you put it together Verse 2: Turk Look, look | |
| I hustle 52 weeks straight 12 months, 365 days cause they got money to make | |
| Doing bad is something | |
| I hate That' s why | |
| I take Penitentiary chances, every single day | |
| I gotta feed the little one | |
| That' s why | |
| I do' s, what | |
| I do' s Behind a project fuckin' building | |
| It' s must | |
| I make ends meet | |
| Cause ain' t no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me | |
| I been strugglin' for too long | |
| That' s why | |
| I hit the corner and get my groove on | |
| Selling coke and heroine | |
| Watching the words that | |
| I speak on my cell phone | |
| From the shop to the block, nigga | |
| Our spot be hot, and | |
| I, got it on lock, nigga | |
| And only I got the ki' | |
| So that means, ain' t no nigga could hustle with me Chorus x4 Verse 3: Turk Look, look | |
| All I know is how to sell drugs | |
| How to make a quick comeup, my nigga, and get it in bluff | |
| Been making dirty money all my life | |
| Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife | |
| Dropped out of school and | |
| I didn' t finish | |
| Runnin' the streets so hard, | |
| I ran down my tenni' s | |
| That' s just the way that | |
| I was livin' | |
| From sunup to sundown, just spinnin' and flippin' | |
| Up and down the block, in and out the hallways | |
| Back and forth to stashes, like a chicken with no head | |
| I had to get paid, ' cause | |
| I like nice thangs why | |
| Cause them hoes, jocks a nigga who got change | |
| Come on man, you know how it go | |
| Plus a nigga ain' t frontin' ya shit no mo | |
| I gotta get me, get it ' till | |
| I can' t no mo | |
| Ball ' till | |
| I fall, ' till it ain' t no mo Chorus x4 Turk | |
| Uhhuh, that' s how it' s going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town | |
| Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. | |
| If you gotta | |
| Murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it | |
| However nigga, get yo shit, nigga. | |
| Turk said that. | |
| Motherfuck them people | |
| Yeah. And it' s like that. | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' hustler | |
| My nigga Ke' noe, he a motherfuckin' hustler. | |
| Laboratory nigga | |
| You know we some motherfuckin' hustlers, ya understand? | |
| See what' s going down, in 2003 to.. whenever. | |
| Look . |