| Yeah, turn me up some
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| Fuck goin' on? |
| Yo! |
| Uncle Darren, what up brother?
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| Yeah, yeah Flipmode
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| See we got a whole,
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| We got a gift wrapped package for you mother fuckers
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| Yeah, yo yo yo yeah
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| Bust it, I stay rippin' a niggah track so hotter than wax yo
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| So tell me why you act so?
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| Yo I max 'cause I make make a niggah black
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| Till it’s time to relax yo or until you all collapse so
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| Fuck it it’s hardly that the God is gettin' tired
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| You don’t wanna say that could catch a cardiac relapse niggah
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| What, the God is back see you don’t want nothing
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| No matter how you react, blows to black and blue you frontin' ya back
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| Choose whatever the route that you choose
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| Wounds so horrendous from frensicsing it to analyzing the bruise
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| Blows we never come in singular they comin' in twos
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| My crew be startin' the ruckus once I give them the cues
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| To blast from the triggers that’ll bust from all of my dudes
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| Be the shit that make you niggahs run up outta ya shoes
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| We make you back down havin' the facts down
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| With all the noise we be makin' you could even see
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| the shit on the news Word up, see you don’t know nothing about it
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| Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street’ll burn you up some
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| Yo, the shit I’m sure to spit’ll hurt you up some, I’m sayin'
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| But you don’t know nothin' about it
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| Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and hurl it up some
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| Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I’m sayin'
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| Now watch me dead a niggah fast like them bitches with no ass
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| You corny niggahs low class, yo, I flash on 'em
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| Then I go and smash couple a hoes and then splash on 'em
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| Flickin' a 'lil ash on them
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| From the blunt we smokin' keep a chick chokin'
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| Got them open with flows I suppose
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| And make them soak in they clothes
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| Keep the shit that make them sniff and make them open they nose
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| Got them fucked up stuck just like they strikin' a pose
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| Yo, we gainin' weight, na it’s just my pockets is swole
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| From keepin' niggahs wilin' wild they drivin' smackin' the pole
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| A one two, yeah, you see see perhaps while I hold me a stack
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| Hater niggahs block holdin' me back
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| Yo you fool niggahs plottin' against the God best be holdin' a strap
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| 'Cause how we commin' through you know it’s a rap
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| Move with a crew of Guerrilla dudes who know when to clap
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| Or blow some shit from off of the earth or the face of the map
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| Yo so take that, once we give it to you ain’t no fakin' a jack
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| It’s funny how you find your face in a trap
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| Little bitch niggah frontin' like he ready to scrap
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| You better off actin' pussy tryna gimme a dat
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| Stayin' focus on fulfillin' a dream
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| The way we spark up and spit a fire the flame probably
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| killin' your team Fuck it, see now we harbor helicopters, turn the shit up
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| If you and your peoples ain’t hearin' me proper I’m sayin'
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| See you don’t know nothing about it
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| Turn me up some, yo, the heat from off the street’ll burn you up some
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| Yo, the shit I’m sure to spit’ll hurt you up some, I’m sayin'
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| But you don’t know nothing about it
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| Turn me up some, yo, I drink a fifth of yak and url it up some
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| Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some, I’m sayin' |