Ba**head Productions - Turn Up or Die lyrics

[Verse 1: Dutch Masta] b**h listen, cuz I'm only gonna say this once Don't need no supervision, just let me roll these blunts I'm on that New Edition oh yeah it feels so good Oh that smell you sniffin', I bet you wish you could Smoke up on my L wigga No homies in jail wigga Float away full sail wigga So high up in the air wigga I do not think you want this beef, just sit right here and chief this keef Trunk bump bump bump to the sound of the beat Spark another L recline my seat But it seems like you're not really listenin' Aw man here we go naw not this again Guess I gotta burn them up snap crack pop sizzlin' I am just a law abiding citizen They charging me with arson because my bars as hot as Carmen Electrocute the rest of you mic check 1,2 not the type of motherf**er that you want to step to Because I'm cool motherf**er call me Johnny Cage At the mic most nights when I'm not at the mic I write and write Seagrams Gin with a little bit of Sprite Rolling up a Dutch in a little bit of time And I won't give up because I'm steady on my grind I'm on the come up in due time I rep my set TURN UP OR DIE (speed it up speed it up) All I gotta do is eat em up eat em up Dope tracks yup I'mma beat em up beat em up And you know the ba** mighty joe young turnt up And the whole place about to go dumb so just Go to the rhythm of the way that I'm spittin mic screens rippin Cuz I cut with an intricate pattern run with a syndicate that'll Make your entire crew scatter and this is my life so just call me dun dada [Hook: Dutch Masta] Turn up or die, Turn up or die Goin dumb in this b**h man we jumping side to side Turn up or die, Turn up or die Turn up to the grave shout to Music Notes and Dollar Signs (repeat) [Verse 2: Dutch Masta] Boom to the bap to the hi hat Drop it for the low motherf**er can you buy dat? Take it to the floor bite the curb I'll smile back Exterminate the beat sprayin raid on you rap cats Who you think you foolin' with a tooly with no rounds Dutchy gonna smash when I pound make you fall down Grace you with my presence no need to bow down When I stop got your chest making s**ing sounds And you know I never f** around Dutch Masta Coming up straight from the underground Tuck and roll and run and duck for cover get down Because you're f**ing with the best beat the rest 12 rounds And go go tell me when to go Blow dro cop another O Yo yo send it 'round the world stop and grab a couple girls man foreign hoes And I do this for all my bro, I'll give them dough and clothes and hoes Backstage front row at my shows man that's just how the story goes But it isn't fiction The fact of the matter's the secret ingredient so put it in the batter Stir it up and find a happy medium you can never slow me down all I wanna do is Speed it up speed it up All I gotta do is eat em up eat em up Dope tracks yup I'mma beat em up beat em up And you know the ba** mighty joe young turnt up And the whole place about to go dumb so just Go to the rhythm of the way that I'm spittin mic screens rippin Cuz I cut with an intricate pattern run with a syndicate that'll Make your entire crew scatter and this is my life so just call me dun dada [Hook: Dutch Masta] Turn up or die, Turn up or die Goin dumb in this b**h man we jumping side to side Turn up or die, Turn up or die Turn up to the grave shout to Music Notes and Dollar Signs (repeat)