Turn Me Up Some

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'