U Thought It Was Over

[Intro]
 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 wanna 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)
 (*talking*)
 Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk, Kenoe
 Laboratory nigga
 [Turk]
 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
 [Hook - 2x]
 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
 [Turk]
 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
 (*talking*)
 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