Turn Up!
Lil' nigga bangin' on the tube. All seein' eye lookin' from the black cube/
- See a bunch of wack dudes. Self snitchin' on the gram you should feed him rat food/
- Star witness on the stand. Perpetrate money phone snatch it right up out his hand/
Them jack boys they ain't playin'. Buss yo head wit a bat now you on the ground layin'//

It's always somebody worse. Killas kill killas. Ill will fill a hearse/
I seen two kings fall. Caught all it on camera. Death spare nunna y'all/
Specially when the money stall. Poke like acupuncture. Strip you down to ya drawls/
They boys in a man's game. I ain't one a dem. Not a set that I can claim//

But I been round real G's. Said you got talent nigga stay up out these streets/
And still I was out willing. Hit the mall do a lick. Easy money so beguiling/
Evade the racial profiling. Steal designer clothes flippin' Os money pillin'/
Never trust a nigga smilin'. Anonymous tip line. Snitchin' tricks is dialin'//

We used to wob crack rocks. Chip up Tylenol coat it with the anbesol/
Get the truck. Stick a cluck. Test our luck. Get they buck. We was wild. Livin' foul. Young boys ran on y'all/
Flee the scene before they know. Hurry fo they catch us. Stretch us dead off in a hole/
I thought street life was cool. Only 19 nigga we was damn fools//

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If you hear me amplify. Turn up and get crunk like 2005/
Smoke or drank do ya thang libate but don't die/
Make music. Get money. Don't make ya mama cry//
These rap niggas tellin' lie. They ain't 'bout that life. Perpetrate 'bout how they fly/
Insecure deep down inside/
Off the pills. Lab rats. Egg head. Brain fry.

Real hittas turn 'em up. Shoot your back now you pack. Black attack. Burn 'em up/
Boa you better learn it up. Easy come, easy go. Now you know. Earn it up/
Finessing leave you stressin'. Head on a swivel til you fizzle. So uncivil/
I don't hear you talkin' drivel. Colored hair, face tats lab rats. See 'em frivol//

Big words. Pig turds. Rigged nerds. Puppet strings. Live by the gun, you gon' see what up it brings/
- He died wit it on 'em....Reaper slide up in 'em. With the venom. Then he bone him/
Deeply screwed like good sex. Cursed generation. Situation hood hex/
Anybody could be next. Spitzz he Gutter Flex. Playa haters get vexed//


(Chorus)

If you hear me amplify. Turn up and get crunk like 2005/
Smoke or drank do ya thang libate but don't die/
Make music. Get money. Don't make ya mama cry//
These rap niggas tellin' lie. They ain't 'bout that life. Perpetrate 'bout how they fly/
Insecure deep down inside/
Off the pills. Lab rats. Egg head. Brain fry//