Busta Rhymes - Turn Me Up Some lyrics

[Busta Rhymes - Turn Me Up Some lyrics]

Barking yeah, turn me up some fuck goin' on
Yo Uncle Darren, what up brother yeah, yeah
Flipmode! See we got a whole
We got a gift-wrapped package
For you motherfuckers yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah
Bust it

I stay rippin' a nigga tracks so
Hotter than wax, yo
So tell me why you act so
Yo, I max 'cause I make a nigga
Black 'til it's time to relax yo
Until you all collapse so, fuck it
It's hardly that the god is getting tired
You don't wanna say that
Can catch a cardiac relapse, nigga
What, the god is back so
You don't want nuthin'
No matter how you react
Blows that black and blue your
Front and your back
Choose, whatever the route that you choose
Wounds so horrendous forensics will get
To analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in singular
They coming in twos
My crew be starting the ruckus once
I give them the cues
To blast from the triggers that'll bust
From all of my dudes
Be the shit that make you niggas
Run up out of your shoes
We make you back down, having the facts down
With all the noise you be making you can
Even see the shit on the news word up

So you don't know nuthin' about it barking
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from of the street
Will burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit
Will hurt you up some i'm sayin'
But you don't know nuthin' about it barking
Turn me up some yo, I drink a fifth of yack
And hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck
And turn it up some i'm sayin'

Now watch me get a nigga fast
Like them bitches with no ass
You corny niggas low class
Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash
Couple hoes and then splash on them
Flicking a little ash on them
From the blunt we smoking
Keep a chick choking
Got them open with flows
I suppose it make them soak in their clothes
Keep the shit that make 'em sniff
And make em open they nose
Got them fucked up
Stuck just like they striking a pose
Yo, we gaining weight, nah
It's just my pockets are swole
From keeping niggas whylin' while they
Driving smacking the pole
Ah, one, two, yeah, see, perhaps
While I hold me a stack
Hater niggas block, holding me back
Yo, you fool niggas plotting against the
God best be holding a strap
'Cause how we coming through
You know it's a wrap
Move with a crew of guerrilla dudes
Who know when to clap
I blow some shit from off of the
Earth or the face of the map
Yo, so take that once we give it to you
Ain't no faking a jack
It's funny how you find your face in a trap
Little bitch nigga fronting like
He ready to scrap
You better off acting pussy trying
To give me a dap
Staying focused on fulfilling a dream
The way we spark up and spit a fire
The flame probably killing your team
Fuck it, so now we harbor helicopters
Turn this shit up if you and your peoples
Ain't hearing me proper i'm sayin'

So you don't know nuthin' about it barking
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from of the street
Will burn you up some
Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit
Will hurt you up some i'm sayin'
But you don't know nuthin' about it barking
Turn me up some yo, I drink a fifth of yack
And hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck
And turn it up some i'm sayin'

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