Busta Rhymes - Truck Volume lyrics

[BUSTA:] Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Live n***a bully foot bra**ed up on rap sh** now. Check it out now [VERSE 1:] Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that sh** you talk Before I sick my b**h on you that'll bounce with your dick on a fork I'll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows I own the moment when my n***as run deep through crowds Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse A lot of n***as like to wish on a star don't give a f** who you are I know some n***as that'll piss on your car Now see, every time we step in a place I give y'all n***as sh** that put a foul look on your face And rob ice like I was never more able Don't drink coffee 'cos my diamond be cutting the gla** on the table Hey, I be the lost found tribe of "Jabas" Bust n***as then I plant another bomb in your a** And then I put my students all in a cla** To clear my ruler ship And make y'all n***as f**ed up doin' the math [HOOK:] One time now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) [CHORUS:] I know ya-wanna-get up-on it Let me-show ya- how we do Every-time we-drop that-sh** you Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY) [VERSE 2:] How many times you gon' crush down somethin' You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin' You f**in' with the highest my n***a Tryin' to f** with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my n***a C'mon, drop hot sh** on the spot; sop it up with a mop Before the hungry come and shop on your block I know some n***as that'd love to blood s** you all A thing of the past, because them n***as stuck you all One shot bustin' the same bullet, struck you all And when they bounce you hear voices screamin' "fu*k YOU ALL" Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawl As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all That's why you better move tight with your click n***as be thirsty and quick Just to be off into the night with your sh** C'MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are Make n***as wile, and b**hes spread, and put they hands on the car Now let me frisk 'em, and shake they a**es down to the floor One dude wonderin', "What them n***as is poundin' me for? What them n***as grillin'? What them n***as houndin' me for?" Before the poundin', "What them n***as was surroundin' me for?" Well let me tell you what the f** we was surroundin' you for We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more And while they get and got, n***as drinkin' ten-dollar-henne a shot Getting' drunk and wilin' out in the spot [HOOK:] What the f** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Truck sh** now (C'MON) Turn my music up (C'MON) Turn my music up (UHH) Hot sh** now (C'MON) Street sh** now (C'MON) Truck volume (C'MON) [CHORUS x2]