Greg Smith - Turn Me Up Some lyrics

(Barking) Yea, turn me up some f** goin on, Yo over there, what up brother Yea, yea Flipmode! See we got a whole... We got a gift wrapped package for you motherf**ers Yea, yo, yo, yo, yea (verse one) Busta,I stay with in a n***a tracks so Hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so Yo, I max cuz I make a n***a black till its time to relax yo Untill you all collapse so, f** it Its hardly that the god is getting tired, you don't wanna say that Can catch a cardiac relax n***a What, the god is back so you dont 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 an*lyzing 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** that make you n***as 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 sh** on the news Murder (chorus) 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 sh** 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 fith of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I'm sayin... (verse two) Now watch me get a n***a fast, like them b**hes with no a** You corny n***as no cla** 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 smokin keep it chick chokin Got them open with flows I suppose and make them soakin their clothes Keep the sh** that make them sniffin, make them open their nose Got them f**ed up stuck just like they striking a pose Yo, we gaining weight nah its just my pockets are swole From keeping n******gs whilein while they drivin smacking the pole I want to you see, prerhaps while I hold me a stack Hating n***as blab holding me back Yo, you fool n******gs plotting against the god Must be holding a strap Because how we coming through you know its a wrap Moving a crew of gorrilla dudes you know when to clap I blow some sh** 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**h n***a fronting like he ready to scrap You better off acting p**y trying to give me your dat Staying focusd overfiling a dream The way we spark up this bitter fire the flame probably k**ing your team f** it, so now we hover helicopters, turn this sh** up And you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper I'm sayin... (chorus) 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 sh** 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 fith of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I'm sayin (im sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin)