Turn Me Up Some lyrics

by

Sean Paul


[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Redman]
*Barking*
Yeah, turn me up some
f*ck goin' on
Yo Uncle Darren, what up brother
Yeah, yeah
Flipmode!
See we got a whole...
We got a gift-wrapped package for you motherf*ckers
Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah
Bust it

[Verse 1]
I stay rippin' a n*gga tracks so
Hotter than wax, yo, so tell me why you act so
Yo, I max 'cause I make a n*gga black 'til its time to relax yo
Until you all collapse so, f*ck it
It's hardly that the god is getting tired
You don't wanna say that
Can catch a cardiac relapse, n*gga
What, the god is back so you don't want nuthin'
No matter how you react
Blows that black and blue your front and your back
Choose, whatever the route that you choose
Wounds so horrendous forensics will get to analyzing the bruise
Blows will never come in singular, they coming in twos
My crew be starting the ruckus once I give them the cues
To blast from the triggers that'll bust from all of my dudes
Be the sh*t that make you n*ggas run up out of your shoes
We make you back down, having the facts down
With all the noise you be making you can even see the sh*t on the news
Word up
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Redman]
So you don't know nuthin' about it
*Barking*
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some
Yo, the sh*t I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
I'm sayin'
But you don't know nuthin' about it
*Barking*
Turn me up some
Yo, I drink a fifth of yack and hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some
I'm sayin'

[Verse 2]
Now watch me get a n*gga fast, like them b*tches with no ass
You corny n*ggas low class
Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash
Couple hoes and then splash on them
Flicking a little ash on them
From the blunt we smoking, keep a chick choking
Got them open with flows
I suppose it make them soak in their clothes
Keep the sh*t that make 'em sniff and make em open they nose
Got them f*cked up, stuck just like they striking a pose
Yo, we gaining weight, nah, it's just my pockets are swole
From keeping n*ggas whylin' while they driving smacking the pole
Ah, one, two, yeah, see, perhaps, while I hold me a stack
Hater n*ggas block, holding me back
Yo, you fool n*ggas plotting against the god best be holding a strap
'Cause how we coming through, you know it's a wrap
Move with a crew of guerrilla dudes who know when to clap
I blow some sh*t from off of the Earth or the face of the map
Yo, so take that
Once we give it to you, ain't no faking a jack
It's funny how you find your face in a trap
Little b*tch n*gga fronting like he ready to scrap
You better off acting pus*y trying to give me a dap
Staying focused on fulfilling a dream
The way we spark up and spit a fire, the flame probably killing your team
f*ck it, so now we harbor helicopters, turn this sh*t up
If you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper
I'm sayin'
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Redman]
So you don't know nuthin' about it
*Barking*
Turn me up some
Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some
Yo, the sh*t I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
I'm sayin'
But you don't know nuthin' about it
*Barking*
Turn me up some
Yo, I drink a fifth of yack and hurl it up some
Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some
I'm sayin'
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