Truck Volume lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Turn my music up (Come on!)
Turn my music up (Come on!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Truck sh*t now (Come on!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Truck sh*t now (Come on!), turn my music up (Ugh!)
Turn my music up (Ugh!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Live n*gga bully foot brass-knuckle wrapped sh*t now
Check it out now, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, relax that sh*t you talk
Before I sick my (Ha) b*tch on you that'll bounce with your di*k on a fork (Ha)
I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds (Ha!)
I own a couple things, I even own a farm with cows (Ha!)
I own the moment when my n*ggas run, deep through crowds (Hoo)
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leak through her blouse
A lotta n*ggas love to wish on a star (Ha), don't give a f*ck who you are (Hoo)
I know some n*ggas that'll p*ss on your car
Now, see, every time we step in the place (Ha)
I give y'all n*ggas sh*t that put a foul look on your face (Grr!)
And rob ice like I was never more able (Ha)
Don't drink coffee, 'cause my diamond be cuttin' the glass on the table
Hey (Ha), I be the lost found tribe of Shabazz
Bless n*ggas then I plant another bomb on your ass
And then I put my students all in a class (Ha)
Declare my rulership and leave y'all n*ggas f*cked up doin' the math! (Doin' the math)
[Pre-Chorus]
One time now (Come on!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Truck sh*t now (Come on!), turn my music up (Come on!)
Turn my music up (Ugh!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Truck volume (Come on!), truck volume (Come on!)

[Chorus]
I know ya wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that sh*t
You know we put it down for you (Hey-hey!)

[Verse 2]
How many times you gon' crush down somethin'?
You need to change your name up to 'Bus-a-Bus down somethin'' (Ha)
You f*ckin' with the highest, my n*gga (Ha)
Tryin' to f*ck with the giants, might as well call me 'Goliath', my n*gga (Hah)
C'mon, drop hot sh*t on the spot, sop it up with a mop (Ha)
Before the hungry come and shop on your block (Ha)
I know some n*ggas that'd love to blood suck you all (Ha)
A thing of the past, because them n*ggas stuck you all (Hoo)
One shot bust and the same bullet struck you all
And when they bounce (Ha), you hear voices screamin', "f*ck you all!"
Gathered up about a thousand young bucks who brawl (Ha)
As decoys (Hoo) in case they needed to duck you all (Ha)
That's why you better move tight with your clique (Ha)
n*ggas be thirsty and quick (Ha) just to be off into the night with your sh*t
C'mon! We keep it street, could give a damn who you are
Make n*ggas wild and b*tches spread (Hoo), and put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk 'em! And shake they asses (Ha) down to the floor
One dude wonderin' (Ha), "What them n*ggas is poundin' me for?
What them n*ggas grillin'? What them n*ggas houndin' me for?
Before the poundin', what them n*ggas was surroundin' me for?" (Huh)
Well, let me tell you (Ha) what the f*ck we was surroundin' you for (For)
We came to get you once (Ha), but now I come to get you for more (More)
And while they gettin' got (Ha), n*ggas drinkin' ten-dollar-hennies a shot
Gettin' drunk and wildin' out in the spot (Out in the spot)
[Pre-Chorus]
What the f*ck now? (Come on!), truck sh*t now (Come on!)
Truck sh*t now (Come on!), turn my music up (Come on!)
Turn my music up (Ugh!), hot sh*t now (Come on!)
Street sh*t now (Come on!), truck volume (Come on!)

[Chorus]
I know ya wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that sh*t
You know we put it down for you
I know ya wanna get up on it
Let me show ya how we do
Every time we drop that sh*t
You know we put it down for you (Hey-hey!)
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