Don't Turn Around by Criminal Manne (Ft. Project Playaz)
Don't Turn Around by Criminal Manne (Ft. Project Playaz)

Don’t Turn Around

Criminal Manne & Project Playaz

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Don't Turn Around by Criminal Manne (Ft. Project Playaz)

Release Date
Sun Jan 01 1995
Performed by
Criminal ManneProject Playaz
Produced by
DJ Squeeky
Writed by
Criminal Manne & Project Playaz & DJ Squeeky & Thugsta

Don’t Turn Around Lyrics

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 1: Criminal Manne & Thugsta]
Blow a junt, ridin' mean, sippin', then scopin' out the scene
Glock cocked, ready to make a stain for that needy green
Project Playaz pimpin' and stickin'
They packin' that Gat when we jack another sissy bitch for the cheese on the dope-track
So we cruisin' down the block, deep with them TEC's and Glocks
Mr. Black, my nigga Lynch and Thugsta thinkin' of a plot
Masterplan, who gon' be the victim of my TEC-9? (What you hoes gonna do?)
Time to to another crime
Thugsta scoped the buster through the cut tryna make some ends
Left him and dunkin' and splurgin' all his money to his fuckin' friend
Then we caught 'em from the back, I loaded up the 12-gauge
Lynch looked at me and started to smilin', it's time to get paid
Jumped out the cut, guess what? (Peekaboo, bitch)
We strapped with them thangs, mane
Don't make a move, trick
So we jacked 'em, smacked 'em, proper beat 'em to the fuckin' ground
Drop it off your ass, bitch
What's up, ho? Don't turn around

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 2: Thugsta]
Well, I was kickin' it back and ready for smokin' a fat sack of indo
Scopin' out these bail well niggas and these heavy hoes
Campaignin', talkin' on they mobile phones
Fresh with the Guess wearin' big robes and big bones, hm
I'm thinkin' to myself who I'm gonna stang
I'm sittin' at the back of the club, with my yalk in my hand
I'm scopin' out these niggas at the bar
Braggin' on they self to this bitch on what he got so far
I'm just here listenin', mane, I'm finna hit 'em
While she steadily splurgin' he don't know I'm finna get 'em and uh
The club is about to close and now comes the smoke
I'm actin' like im sick, and so I start to choke
Trailin' this trick to the parkin' lot
Lynch and Criminal's waitin', let us ride with the TEC's and Glocks
We walkin' kinda slow, we made it to his ride
I'm tappin' on this bitch and said "Uh, yeah, you gotta turn"
She's lookin' at her watch she's about to speak, I pulled out my .38, said
"Lay your ass on the concrete, empty your pockets, give me your jewelry, bitch
And make it fast, and ho don't try to run, 'cause I don't wanna bust a cap in your ass"
Huh, this bitch must've thought I was playin' beause she acted fool
Hoes just think they got it good, shit, I'm robbin' bitches too
Don't turn around, trick, put your cash up in my bag
I ain't givin' you shit *gunshots*
Watch your brave ass
If I coulda, woulda, shoulda, bitch, don't make a sound
I told 'em hit one of them hoes, to drop it off and don't turn around

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

[Verse 3: Criminal Manne, Criminal Manne & Thugsta]
Scopin', ridin', chiefin', flowin', thinkin' of a masterplan
Peepin' out the scene, ready to scheme me another man
Standin' on the track, kickin' back with the 44
Bitches goin', hoin', blowin', mane, I'm broke, fuck a ho
Blunts in the air, I don't care 'cause I need some cheese
See some lemons ridin' deep, clean in them dead thangs
Puttin' my clip in my Glock, tearin' them busters down the block
Ridin' kinda fast, doin' a dash with my nine cocked

[Verse 4: Thugsta]
Im in the passengers seat, I'm smokin' a blunt my fingers on the trigger tight
Busters can't stand this Project Playaz pimp type nigga from the North
Mane, where the players be slangin' 'cane
I'm all about my hustle when I'm peelin' the cap off another man
Ballin' up on a set at them bitches, tryna knock 'em off the road
But they vamped it bro, campaign jetted like some fuckin' hoes
Now we back to Plan A, tryna find some niggas slippin'
Turn down the street, niggas deep, I got a victim so, uhh

[Verse 5: Criminal Manne, Thugsta, Criminal Manne & Thugsta]
Stop the car, hit the light, scopin', lookin' kinda mean
Bitches fallin' in the junt with the niggas lookin' fresh and clean
So, uhh, what's up, Criminal?
What's up Thugsta?
Project Playaz get these busters
Slip into my mask, got out the car, I'm aimin' for suckers
So I ran up in the junt, I'm shootin' silly niggas, duckin' bitches
Give me that money, then share me that pussy
They tryna break, I was steadily bustin'
Drop to the floor, ho, raise your hand, here's the plan
Deposit your cash in the bank, drop it off, bitch, understand?
Give a nigga, bitch, hit the floor, we just want the money and go
These hollow tips ain't got no name, they just say "Cap a ho"
Now we jettin' the set, I'm talkin' bad to the bitches (I'll be underground)
Vamped out the junt, shootin' that punk
Ho, don't turn around

[Chorus: Tony Down]
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn around, just give me the fuckin' cheese, trick
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Don't turn a-don't turn a—
Drop it off, drop it off, drop it off, ho

Don’t Turn Around Q&A

Who wrote Don’t Turn Around's ?

Don’t Turn Around was written by Criminal Manne & Project Playaz & DJ Squeeky & Thugsta.

Who produced Don’t Turn Around's ?

Don’t Turn Around was produced by DJ Squeeky.

When did Criminal Manne release Don’t Turn Around?

Criminal Manne released Don’t Turn Around on Sun Jan 01 1995.

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