M.E.D. - The Turn Up lyrics

[Hook] Soon as my n***as say turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 1] Eighty shots, twin Glocks, my pen pops And Faith is still the hardest sh** since MC Ren My kinfolk keep his window locked My other kin is trying to kick his window in, bad neighbors The homies, they the misbehaviors So you know the flow won't go major unless they throwing paper From out of corporate skyscraper and that's when we kick the industry doors in, Blu and MED Took the red and blue to the head and still can't go to bed Watch out code red, these bigger when Jay [?] broke the red We woke the bank, it awoke the feds Fold the bread, sleep with your eyes wide up And turn it up when you drive by us [Hook] Soon as my n***as say turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 2] 9-3-0-33 I stay a mile above the echelon I put [?] Your 15 minutes of fame comes down to a second I see you in it boy so what you steppin' on? You n***as rep it wrong You in that sh** like I'm checking forums I'm a Disrupticon 'cause I just swept the con claiming Decepticons Only deceiving when weapons drawn, that's a Megatron I'm dropping a mega atomic bomb and swing with [?] dons I got a pool like I mangled your arms You just a ragdoll, or rather test dummy ready to crash walls That means that you don't got the drive we do Matter of fact, I would never ride with you [?] couldn't save you on a bus Play it loud when you speed by us, motherf**er [Hook] Soon as my n***as say turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out [Verse 3] It's that head knock turned into the red dot Watch the [?] slay the [?] from the block to the [?] shop [?] I'm a walking investment that checkered to your chess You as dumb as the next man Dropped out of school, I ain't nothing for testing homie Your wave turned to tide then you dirt for sure Moral of the story, I'm a hoarder full of glory Henny to the rim [?] straight from the trophies Toast coast, where the sun sets That's women looking like money in the Courset s**ers looking kinda envy gotta shake 'em off When you prayed they wrote me off, they wrote more checks Oh no, [?] Just a step, turn it up, make the whip wreck Soon as my n***as say turn it up We burn it up, burn 'em down Madlib brought the burner out