Turn Me Up Some Lyrics

Busta Rhymes

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Turn Me Up Some
Turn Me Up Some Video:
Barking) Yea, turn me up someFuck goin on, Yo over there, what up brotherYea, yeaFlipmode!See we got a whole...We got a gift wrapped package for you motherfuckersYea, yo, yo, yo, yea(verse one)Busta,I stay with in a nigga tracks soHotter than wax yo so tell me why you act soYo, I max cuz I make a nigga black till its time to relax yoUntill you all collapse so, fuck itIts hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't wanna say thatCan catch a cardiac relax niggaWhat, the god is back so you dont wanna in no matter how you reactBlows your black and blue your front and your backChoose, whatever the round that you choosewounds so herendous from projects you get to analyzing the bruiseBlows will never come in singular they coming in twosMy crew be starting the ruckus once I get them accusedOr blast from the triggers that will bust from all of my dudesbe the shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoesWe make you back down, havin the facts nowWith all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the newsMurder(chorus)So you don't know nuthin about it (barking)Turn me up someYo, the heat from of the street will burn you up someYo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up someI'm sayinBut you don't know nuthin about it (barking)Turn me up someYo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up someYo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up someI'm sayin...(verse two)Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no assYou corny niggas no classYo, I flash on them then I go and smashCouple holes and then splash on them, flicking a little ash on themFrom the blunt we smokin keep it chick chokinGot them open with flows I suppose and make them soakin their clothesKeep the shit that make them sniffin, make them open their nosegot them fucked up stuck just like they striking a poseYo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swoleFrom keeping niggers whilein while they drivin smacking the poleI want to you see, prerhaps while I hold me a stackhating niggas blab holding me backYo, you fool niggers plotting against the godMust be holding a strapBecause how we coming through you know its a wrapMoving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clapI blow some shit from of of the earth or the face of the mapYo, so take thatOnce we give it to you aint no faking or jackIt's funny how you find your face in a trapLittle bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrapYou better off acting pussy trying to give me your datStaying focusd overfiling a dreamThe way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your teamFuck it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit upAnd you and your peoples aint hearing me properI'm sayin...(chorus)So you don't know nuthin about it (barking)Turn me up someYo, the heat from of the street will burn you up someYo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up someI'm sayinBut you don't know nuthin about it (barking)Turn me up someYo, I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up someYo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up someI'm sayin (im sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin)




Songwriters: YANCEY, JAMES DEWITT / SMITH, TREVOR
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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