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busta rhymes - turn me up some lyrics

(yeah), turn me up some (redman)
(busta)f-ck goin’ on?,yo!,..uncle darren,……what up brother
yeah, yeah flipmode
see we got a whole….we got a gift wrapped package for you mother f-ckers
yeah yo yo yo yeah

bust it, i stay rippin’ a n-gg-h track so hotter than wax yo so tell me why you act so?yo i max ’cause i make make a n-gg-h black ’til it’s time to relax yo or ’til you all collapse so
f-ck it it’s hardly that the god is gettin’ tired you don’t wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse n-gg-h (what)the god is back see you don’t want nothing no matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin’ ya back choose whatever the route that you choose ,..wounds so herendous from frensicsing it to -n-lyzing the bruise blows we never come in singular they commin’ in twos, my crew be startin’ the ruckus once i give them the cues to blast from the triggers that’ll bust from all of my dudes,..be the sh-t that make you n-gg-hs run up outta ya shoes we make you back down havin’ the facts down with all the noise we be makin’ you could even see the sh-t on the news (word up) see you don’t know nothing about it.

turn me up some
yo, the heat from off the street’ll burn you up some,the sh-t i’m sure to spit’ll hurt you up some, i’m sayin’, but you don’t know nothing about it
turn me up some
i drink a fifth of yak and url it up some ,yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, i’m sayin’,
now watch me dead a n-gg-h fast like them b-tches with no -ss you corny n-gg-hs low cl-ss, yo, i flash on them then i go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on them, flickin’ a ‘lil ash on them…from the blunt we smokin’keep a chick chokin’, got them open with flows i suppose and make them soak in they clothes , keep the sh-t that make them sniff and make them open they nose, got them f-cked up stuck like they strikin’ a pose yo,we gainin’ weight na it’s just my pockets is swole from keepin’n-gg-hs wilin’ wild they drivin’ smackin’ the pole (a one two)yeah, see perhaps while i hold me a stack hater n-gg-hsblock holdin’ me back yo you fool n-gg-hs plottin’ ‘gainst the god best be holdin’ a strap, ’cause how we commin’ through you know it’s a rap.move with a crew of guerilla dudes who know when to clap or blow some sh-t from off of the earth or the face of the map ,yo so take that, once we give it to you ain’t no fakin’ a jack it’s funny how you find your face in a trap, little b-tch n-gg-h frontin’ like he ready to scr-p, you better off actin’ p-ssy tryna gimmie a dat.stayin’ focus on fulfillin’ a dream the way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin’ your team , f-ck it, see now we harbor helicopters…..turn the sh-t up, if you and your peoples ain’t hearin’ me proper i’m sayin’..see you don’t know nothing about it

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