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Busta Rhymes – Turn Me Up Some (prod J Dilla)

Busta Rhymes – Turn Me Up Some (prod J Dilla)

2003 – It ain’t Safe No more – Busta Rhymes

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  1. Yea, turn me up some
    Fuck going on, Yo over there, what up brother
    Yea, yea
    Flipmode!
    See we got a whole,
    We got a gift wrapped package for you motherfuckers
    Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea
    Busta, I stay with in a nigga tracks so
    Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so
    Yo, I max 'cause I make a nigga black till its time to relax yo
    Until you all collapse so, fuck it
    Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't want to say that
    Can catch a cardiac relax nigga
    What, the god is back so you don't want to 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 shit that make you niggas run up out of your shoes
    We make you back down, havin the facts now
    With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news
    Murder
    So you don't know nothing about it (barking)
    Turn me up some
    Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some
    Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
    I'm saying
    But you don't know nothing 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 saying
    Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass
    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 shit that make them sniffing, make them open their nose
    Got them fucked up stuck just like they striking a pose
    Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole
    From keeping niggas whiling while they driving smacking the pole
    I want to you see, perhaps while I hold me a stack
    Hating niggas blab holding me back
    Yo, you fool niggas plotting against the god
    Must be holding a strap
    Because how we coming through you know its a wrap
    Moving a crew of gorilla dudes you know when to clap
    I blow some shit 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 bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap
    You better off acting pussy trying to give me your dat
    Staying focused overfilling a dream
    The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably killing your team
    Fuck it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this shit up
    And you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper
    I'm saying
    So you don't know nothing about it (barking)
    Turn me up some
    Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some
    Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some
    I'm saying
    But you don't know nothing 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 saying

  2. [Intro: Busta Rhymes + (Redman)]
    (Barking) 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 motherfuckers
    Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah
    Bust it

    [Verse 1]
    I stay rippin' a nigga tracks so
    Hotter than wax, yo, so tell me why you act so
    Yo, I max 'cause I make a nigga black 'til its time to relax yo
    Until you all collapse so, fuck it
    It's hardly that the god is getting tired
    You don't wanna say that
    Can catch a cardiac relapse, nigga
    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 shit that make you niggas 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 shit 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 shit 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 nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass
    You corny niggas 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 shit that make 'em sniff and make em open they nose
    Got them fucked up, stuck just like they striking a pose
    Yo, we gaining weight, nah, it's just my pockets are swole
    From keeping niggas whylin' while they driving smacking the pole
    Ah, one, two, yeah, see, perhaps, while I hold me a stack
    Hater niggas block, holding me back
    Yo, you fool niggas 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 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 faking a jack
    It's funny how you find your face in a trap
    Little bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap
    You better off acting pussy 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
    Fuck it, so now we harbor helicopters, turn this shit 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 shit 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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