Barking 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 motherfuckers Yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah Bust it I stay rippin' a nigga tracks so Hotter than wax, yo, so tell me why you act so Yo, I max 'cause I make a nigga black 'til its time to relax yo Until you all collapse so, fuck it It's hardly that the god is getting tired You don't wanna say that Can catch a cardiac relapse, nigga What, the god is back so you don't want nuthin' No matter how you react Blows that black and blue your front and your back Choose, whatever the route that you choose Wounds so horrendous forensics will get to analyzing the bruise Blows will never come in singular, they coming in twos My crew be starting 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 niggas run up out of your shoes We make you back down, having the facts down With all the noise you be making you can even see the shit on the news Word up So you don't know nuthin' about it Barking...Turn me up some Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some I'm sayin' But you don't know nuthin' about it Barking...Turn me up some Yo, I drink a fifth of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I'm sayin'... Now watch me get a nigga fast, like them bitches with no ass You corny niggas low class Yo, I flash on them then I go and smash Couple hoes and then splash on them Flicking a little ash on them From the blunt we smoking, keep a chick choking Got them open with flows I suppose it make them soak in their clothes Keep the shit that make 'em sniff and make em open they nose Got them fucked up, stuck just like they striking a pose Yo, we gaining weight, nah, it's just my pockets are swole From keeping niggas whylin' while they driving smacking the pole Ah, one, two, yeah, see, perhaps, while I hold me a stack Hater niggas block, holding me back Yo, you fool niggas plotting against the god best be holding a strap 'Cause how we coming through, you know it's a wrap Move with a crew of guerrilla dudes who know when to clap I 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 faking a jack It's funny how you find your face in a trap Little bitch nigga fronting like he ready to scrap You better off acting pussy trying to give me a dap Staying focused on fulfilling a dream The way we spark up and spit a fire, the flame probably killing your team Fuck it, so now we harbor helicopters, turn this shit up If you and your peoples ain't hearing me proper I'm sayin... So you don't know nuthin' about it Barking...Turn me up some Yo, the heat from of the street will burn you up some Yo, the shit I'm sure to spit will hurt you up some I'm sayin' But you don't know nuthin' about it Barking...Turn me up some Yo, I drink a fifth of yack and hurl it up some Yo, just bang it in the truck and turn it up some I'm sayin'...