Turn Me Up Some - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)

Yeah

Turn me up some

F**k going on

Yo over there what up brother

Yeah yeah

Flipmode

See we got a whole

We got a gift wrapped package for you mother f**kers

Yeah yo yo yo yeah

Busta I stay with in a ni**a tracks so

Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so

Yo I max

'Cuz I make a ni**a black till it's time to relax yo

Untill you all collapse so f**k it

It's hardly that the god is getting tired

You don't wanna say that

Can catch a cardiac relax ni**a

What the god is back so you don't wanna in

No matter how you react

Blows your black and blue your front and your back

Choose whatever the round that you choose

Wounds so herendous from projects

You get to analyzing the bruise

Blows will never come in singular they coming in twos

My crew be starting the ruckus once I get them accused

Or blast from the triggers

That will bust from all of my dudes

Be the sh*t

That make you niggas run up out of your shoes

We make you back down having the facts now

With all the noise you be making

You can even see the sh*t on the news

Murder

So you don't know nuthin about it

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 saying

But you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some

Yo I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some

Yo just bang it in the truck and turn it up some

I'm saying

Now watch me get a ni**a fast

Like them b**ches with no a**

You corny niggas no class

Yo I flash on them then I go and smash

Couple holes and then splash on them

Flicking a little ash on them

From the blunt we smoking keep it chick choking

Got them open with flows

I suppose and make them soaking their clothes

Keep the sh*t that make them sniffing

Make them open their nose

Got them f**ked up stuck just like they striking a pose

Yo we gaining weight nah it's just my pockets are swole

From keeping niggers while in while they driving

Smacking the pole

I want to you see prerhaps while I hold me a stack

Hating niggas blab holding me back

Yo you fool niggers plotting against the god

Must be holding a strap

Because how we coming through you know it's a wrap

Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap

I blow some sh*t from of of the earth

Or the face of the map

Yo so take that

Once we give it to you ain't no faking or jack

It's funny how you find your face in a trap

Little b**ch ni**a fronting like he ready to scrap

You better off acting p**sy trying to give me your dat

Staying focusd overfiling a dream

The way we spark up this bitter fire

The flame probably killing your team

F**k it so now we hover helicopters turn this sh*t up

And you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper

I'm saying

So you don't know nuthin about it

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 saying

But you don't know nuthin about it

Turn me up some

Yo I drink a fith of yack and hurl it up some

Yo just bang it in the truck and turn it up some

I'm saying