Busta Rhymes Turn Me Up Some song lyrics

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 mother fuckers

Yeah, yo yo yo yeah

Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo

So tell me why you act so?

Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black

Till it's time to relax yo or until you all collapse so

Fuck it it's hardly that the God is gettin' tired

You don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah

What, the God is back see you don't want nothing

No matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back

Choose whatever the route that you choose

Wounds so horrendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise

Blows we never come in singular they comin' in twos

My crew be startin' 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 niggahs run up outta ya shoes

We make you back down havin' the facts down

With all the noise we be makin' you could even see the shit on the news Word up, see you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some

Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'

But you don't know nothin' about it

Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some

Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'

Now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass

You corny niggahs low class, yo, I flash on 'em

Then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on 'em

Flickin' a 'lil ash on them

From the blunt we smokin' keep a chick chokin'

Got them open with flows I suppose

And make them soak in they clothes

Keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose

Got them fucked up stuck just like they strikin' a pose

Yo, we gainin' weight, na it's just my pockets is swole

From keepin' niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole

A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack

Hater niggahs block holdin' me back

Yo you fool niggahs plottin' against the God best be holdin' a strap

'Cause how we commin' through you know it's a rap

Move with a crew of Guerrilla dudes who know when to clap

Or 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 fakin' a jack

It's funny how you find your face in a trap

Little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap

You better off actin' pussy tryna gimme a dat

Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream

The way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team Fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the shit up

If you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper I'm sayin'

See you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some

Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'

But you don't know nothing about it

Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some

Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'