Turkey Bag Berner & Styles P (Ft. B-Real)

[Intro: Styles P]
This feels great
Yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
You start as lil' bro, then you big bro
You start as lil' homie, then you big homie
Niggas know me
The bitches know me
Salute to the Goonies, do a stick up for me
When I die blow some weed, pour some liquor for me
Know I keep workin' the whip, you couldn't get up on it
I've been skrtin' off since Nextels was chirpin' off
Lookin' at the stash house could tell you what the dirt is for
I could get deeper with it, tell you what niggas murder for
All this fly shit that we livin' for
Superstitious hand is itchin', I'm 'bout to get it though
Can't trust niggas, the UZI is by the kitchen door
Be careful what you be wishin' for
Well to the well is empty, what is [?] for?
Can't get nothin' from nothin', I prove different though
But never say you gettin' the money, 'cause they be snitchin' y'all

[Chorus: Berner & Styles P]
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones
Hand fulls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded
I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that
Hand fulls out the turkey bag
Long live the king, be a king, word to the Jack