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dutch masta - turn up or die lyrics

[verse 1: dutch masta]
b-tch 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-cker that you want to step to
because i’m cool motherf-cker 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 b-ss 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-tch 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-cker 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 sucking sounds
and you know i never f-ck around dutch masta
coming up straight from the underground
tuck and roll and run and duck for cover get down
because you’re f-cking 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 b-ss 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

- dutch masta lyrics

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