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
Fresh Dilla face sticker on my back windshield rollin' around Detroit showing respect like I'm spose to. Dilla will always be our Hometown Hero! Rest In Beats
[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'…
This song made me push Blueprint 2 to the side!!!
Doves in the wind by sza brought me here
jdjdjddjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjjd the godddd bro
Yo, James DeWitt Yancey kill'd this beat. And Busta just was the icing on the cake with his flow,!!! Classic…!!!
Super.
J Dilla..
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
Fresh Dilla face sticker on my back windshield rollin' around Detroit showing respect like I'm spose to. Dilla will always be our Hometown Hero! Rest In Beats
This his hardest ish right here!!
This is his hardest ish right here!!
I love Busta on production like this….
The beat is in my dreams
If you told me this beat was made in 2025, I’d believe you.
That beat is the reason I'm here!
[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'…
RIP TO THE LEGENDARY DILLA DAWG!!!!!
Busta rhymes gets consecutive life terms for murdering this track
2022
beautiful.
Golden era
This song is a banger
Man, how dope would it be to get a short EP of Busta and Redman?
Yo wait did Madlib and DOOM use the intro of this track in America’s most blunted or am I trippin
This Is the beat You gonna hear on the stairway to heaven
His cadence is sick in this song
Busta x Dilla best combo to exist on earth
One of the only MC’s who could really add to Dilla beats.
Beats hard we all know. That flow is some god shit tho Bussa buss at his finest here
Put this on 2k
I'm still here
man this beat is ridiculous
Dilla! Rest Up
Why do hip heads never got bus in they top 5?
Eh J Dilla was 1 of a kind that sample is brazy asf RIP The Real Jay Dee
Oh still killing me back in d days giving me joy