Yeah, turn me up some
F**k 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**kers
Yeah, yo yo yo yeah

Bust it, I stay rippin` a ni**ah track so hotter than wax yo
So tell me why you act so?
Yo I max `cause I make make a ni**ah black
Till it`s time to relax yo or until you all collapse so
F**k it it`s hardly that the God is gettin` tired
You don`t wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse ni**ah
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 s**t that make you ni**ahs 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 s**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
Yo, the s**t 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 ni**ah fast like them bitches with no ass
You corny ni**ahs 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 s**t that make them sniff and make them open they nose

Got them f**ked up stuck just like they strikin` a pose
Yo, we gainin` weight, na it`s just my pockets is swole
From keepin` ni**ahs wilin` wild they drivin` smackin` the pole
A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack
Hater ni**ahs block holdin` me back
Yo you fool ni**ahs 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 s**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 bitch ni**ah 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 F**k it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the s**t 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 s**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, 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`