(Yeah), Turn me up some (Redman)
(Busta)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 'til it's time to relax yo or 'til 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 herendous from
frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise blows we never come in
singular they commin' 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,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
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',
now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass you
corny niggahs low class, Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash
couple a hoes and then splash on them, 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 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, see perhaps while i hold me a stack hater
niggahsblock holdin' me back yo you fool niggahs plottin'
'gainst the god best be holdin' a strap, 'cause how we
commin' through you know it's a rap.Move with a crew of
guerilla 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 gimmie 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
Hook (Chorus)
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