Nas, Freddie Foxxx - Turn Up the Mic lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Freddie Foxxx - Turn Up the Mic lyrics]
I only fuck with my niggas
I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these niggas my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics, yeah
Lets get crazy, nigga, what
Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls
And plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog
Bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin that role
They sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish
Death on the feds cup spills with Grey Goose
Watchin snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear
Patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right
Miami beach playin it low
St barts rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got
His life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye"
I chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force
With missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef
With that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up
Some b-more killers to come and bleed you
As sure as the sun's in
The sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine
You dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all
This fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga turn up the mics
Uh holler at somebody real
Turn out the lights bump Knux
God's Son get it right motherfucker
Turn up the mics
(Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the lights
(That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why)
Suicide suicide
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick
Name brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this
Game that got pretty famous names
All that's projects' pussy, nigga
All the same we gangstaz
We keepin it hardcore keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, B, keep it heat
I'm the unsquashable beef I put
It in your rider
That means that every show I be
Layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two times 20 cocked
I'm a cold assed nigga that
Keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and
You troubled youth knowin I hate cops and
Niggas with cop friends
And still by weight in the
Hood they drop ends
With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die
Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record
Or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you without smokin
A Ziggy Marley first
God's Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here
Niggas they got to fear!
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze shh
I gotta keep it tight
With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles
We gon' ride on these niggas my nigga, huh
Turn up the mics, yeah
Lets get crazy, nigga, what
Turn up the mics
Y'all bitch-ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
I'm Nasty but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches
Feed they nuts to pit bulls
And plan more business
Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours
Have 'em eatin from dog
Bowls pettin' they heads
Cause they love playin that role
They sexy in bed
Smokin bud' I'm outta control wish
Death on the feds cup spills with Grey Goose
Watchin snuff films
Laughin with dykes that wear
Patent leather with spikes
My cheddar is right
Miami beach playin it low
St barts rent a house and a boat
Two hundred thou' on my throat
That's only half of what my wife ice cost
Phonecall, hearin another boss got
His life lost
Well, wipin' sand off of my toes
Read a book called "Catcher in the rye"
I chose
Some Bob Marley then I plotted a scheme
To make me and Bump Knux more rich
Then I got me a team, he got 'em a team
He tryin to buy G-force
With missile launchers
Tired of walkin' around with beef
With that pistols on us
C-4's better I'm callin up
Some b-more killers to come and bleed you
As sure as the sun's in
The sky you'll surely die
You washed up, fuck your people
Your money ain't as long as mine
You dumb and you foul
Who you tryin to squeeze all
This fuck with Alzheimer's disease
We the new breed, nigga turn up the mics
Uh holler at somebody real
Turn out the lights bump Knux
God's Son get it right motherfucker
Turn up the mics
(Aha yeah turn the motherfuckers up)
Turn out the lights
(That's right ya'll know why, I tell you why)
Suicide suicide
It's Bump I'm rowdy I'm wild
I'm crazy I'm sick I talk slick
Name brand bitches all on my dick
I don't trip I meet bitches in this
Game that got pretty famous names
All that's projects' pussy, nigga
All the same we gangstaz
We keepin it hardcore keep it street
Keepin guns and microphones, B, keep it heat
I'm the unsquashable beef I put
It in your rider
That means that every show I be
Layin in your dressing room
Next to the Henney Rock two times 20 cocked
I'm a cold assed nigga that
Keep shit plenty hot
My bubble goose is stocked with double truth
For you old-assed gangsters and
You troubled youth knowin I hate cops and
Niggas with cop friends
And still by weight in the
Hood they drop ends
With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die
Nigga, I won't remake a Pac record
Or say a Biggie verse
And I shoot you without smokin
A Ziggy Marley first
God's Son we hot in here
Bravehearts we hot in here
Niggas they got to fear!
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze
Check it out
Turn up the mics, yeah lets get crazy
Nigga whut turn up the mics
Y'all bitch ass niggas is Swayze shh