Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Up , by - Papoose. Song from the album The Nacirema Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.03.2013
Record label: Honorable
Song language: English
Turn It Up |
| Ayo Premier wussup man? |
| (Wussup Paps?) |
| Live from the Nacirema Dream |
| Papoose &DJ Premier |
| Yea |
| Time to turn it up on these niggas man |
| Il Primo, you ready to turn it up? |
| (You know it) |
| Let’s turn it up on em |
| We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us |
| They put em down, we liftin them burners up |
| You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? |
| I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas |
| I turn it up, |
| Come on, come on, killas |
| Here go my cup, give me some more liquor |
| Open this back window, let me dump on niggas |
| It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas |
| Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker |
| Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays Center |
| Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters |
| Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers |
| Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas |
| Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners |
| Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners |
| Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I’m as deep as the river |
| I’m the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler |
| Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller |
| You ain’t a real man, you can’t even use the shitter |
| You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter |
| Kill rich niggas in chinchilla |
| Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer |
| Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga |
| Who got the keys to the Jeep? |
| Sim Simmer |
| When my oral deliver it’s such a moral dilemma |
| I don’t quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers |
| You think your artists is iller just cause his car from the dealer? |
| This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters |
| When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture |
| Start drawing a picture cause I’m immortal my nigga |
| Beef is played out so I don’t bother with niggas |
| But as long as it’s tender I eat your squad up for dinner |
| Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver |
| Injure all of you niggas, I’m cool and calm as a killer |
| Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? |
| Vanilla |
| Ice — I’m Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya |
| Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker |
| Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer |
| Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga |
| My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers |
| I’m on that money train, making dead president stops |
| Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc |
| Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops |
| Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block |
| Bought a 50-cent razor, now I’m ready to rock |
| I step to your block with a George Jefferson bop |
| I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks |
| Cuz Miles didn’t have a chain when I peddled and popped |
| My leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked |
| I wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack |
| I heard up North you wasn’t reppin a lot |
| You never caught a 10−3, you respected the cops |
| How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top? |
| You woke up in PC, never slept in a box |
| He said he hungry so I fed him the ox |
| My gun is like an independent record label, Heckler and Koch |
| Turn up |
| Now I come back |
| Keep it underground hardcore |
| Turn up |
| Now I come back |
| Keep it underground hardcore |
| Turn up |
| Now I come back |
| Keep it underground hardcore |
| Turn up |
| Papoose, Papoose |