Turn Me Up Some

Yeah, turn me up some
 Fuck 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 fuckers
 Yeah, yo yo yo yeah
 Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo
 So tell me why you act so?
 Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black
 Till it's time to relax yo or until you all collapse so
 Fuck it it's hardly that the God is gettin' tired
 You don't wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah
 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 horrendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise
 Blows we never come in singular they comin' 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 shit that make you niggahs 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 shit 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
 Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit'll hurt you up some, I'm sayin'
 But you don't know nothin' about it
 Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some
 Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I'm sayin'
 Now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass
 You corny niggahs low class, yo, I flash on 'em
 Then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on 'em
 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 shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose
 Got them fucked up stuck just like they strikin' a pose
 Yo, we gainin' weight, na it's just my pockets is swole
 From keepin' niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole
 A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack
 Hater niggahs block holdin' me back
 Yo you fool niggahs plottin' against the God best be holdin' a strap
 'Cause how we commin' through you know it's a rap
 Move with a crew of Guerrilla dudes who know when to clap
 Or blow some shit 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 bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap
 You better off actin' pussy tryna gimme a dat
 Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream
 The way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably killin' your team Fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the shit up
 If you and your peoples ain't hearin' me proper I'm sayin'
 See you don't know nothing about it
 Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street'll burn you up some
 Yo, the shit 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, yo, 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'