Busta Rhymes - Truck Volume lyrics

Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah!
Turn my music up! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Trunk shit now! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (uhh)
Turn my music up! (uhh)
Truck shit down! (c'mon)
Live think a bully for
Brass-knuckle wrapped shit now
Check it out now!

Yeah, yeah yeah, re lax that shit you talk
Before I sick my bitch on you that'll
Bounce with your dick on a fork
I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things I even
Own a farm with cows
I own the moment when my


Niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast
Milk leak through her blouse
A lot of niggas like to wish on a star
Don't give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that'll piss
On your car pshhhh
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y'all niggas shit that put
A foul look on your face
And rob ice like I was never more able
Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be
Cutting the glass on the table
Hey, I be the lost, found tribe of Shabazz
Blast niggas then I plant another
Bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my rulership
And make y'all niggas fucked
Up doin' the math

One time now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (uhh)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Truck volume! (c'mon) truck volume! (c'mon)

I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it down for you

Hey, hey!

How many times you gon' crush down somethin'
You need to change your name up
To Bus-A-Bus down somethin'
You fuckin' with the highest my nigga
Tryin' to fuck with the giants
Might as well call me Goliath my nigga
C'mon, drop hot shit on the spot
Sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some niggas that'd love
To blood suck you all a thing of the past
Because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bust 'nd the same bullet
Struck you all and when they bounce you hear
Voices screamin' "FUCK YOU ALL"
Gathered up about a thousand
Young bucks who brawl as decoys
In case they needed to duck you all
That's why you better move
Tight with your clique
Niggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your shit
C'mon! We keep it street to give
A damn who you are
Make niggas wild, and bitches spread
And put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk 'em
And shake they asses down to the floor
One dude wonderin'
"What them niggas is poundin' me for?
What them niggas grillin'? What them
Niggas houndin' me for?"
Before the poundin'
"What them niggas was surroundin' me for?"
Well let me tell you what the
Fuck we was surroundin' you for
We came to get you once but now
I come to get you for more
And while they gettin' got
Niggas drinkin' ten dollar hennies a shot
Gettin' drunk and wil'in' out in the spot
What the fuck now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Truck shit now! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (c'mon)
Turn my music up! (uhh)
Hot shit now! (c'mon)
Street shit now! (c'mon)
Truck volume! (c'mon)

I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it down for you
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it down for you

Hey, hey!