Turn It Up

Whoo, yeah, turn it up Alchemist, you know what to do Bump that, turn it up, whoo Crazy daddy A'yo, why'all niggaz can't fuck with me, my flow's nuclear Fuck for the month I want the verse of the year I straighten shit out, you could put me in ya hair Perm-like bars, burn like scars, cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, cool G. or K.R. I'm just doin' me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MC Don't get it twis', don't get add to my f******u list, unless you a bitch Cause I ain't got time, I'm not near rich We could let it drop or we could let it pop Make your decision 'fore I make my incision Head on collision, head-body division Spirit fly away like a motherfuckin' pigeon Take that to your grave, y'all niggas behave [Chorus] Yeah, D-Block is knockin', turn it up We got it poppin', turn it up We comin' for y'all, turn it up Niggas they droppin', turn it up We got the streets locked, turn it up If it's beef let your heat cock, turn it up Welcome to D-Block, turn it up Cause we don't fuck around What, that nigga Sheek is the truth You would think he had a stripper inside how he go hard in the booth Lazer on the roof, squeeze off then poof Presto magic, like where did his chest go? Think not homie, got a ziploc on me Of that sticky icky in the pocket of my Dickie Just drunk a half of sixty, kinda bended Hat low, knockin', bout to fuck up the rented I'm a general, I stepped up from a lieutenant This is D-Block, join us, don't get offended Cause I ain't lettin' up and you ain't lettin' off Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft The hood love me, put it in the air for me And boy cop mixtapes if they don't hear from me Got cake but occasionally you catch me bummy I'm too smart on the streets you fuckin' dummy [Chorus] A'yo, real niggas relate to me Jealous niggas can't wait to send the shell of a tray-eight through me Don't miss cause it's uh-oh like Lumi Sun out, Sheek make the sky get gloomy I bail it all to you, I give you my life I write it in ink or blood, nigga pass my knife I'm takin' it there, even if they give me the chair I'm blacked out in the gear, Huey new in the wear My fist stuck screamin' black power I ain't goin' lie, that shit could wash off in the shower Cause I don't care what color you are Nigga clap at the kid, the kid tryna levitate your car I'm not a star I'm a nigga that'll issue the star I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook A'yo Alchemist, bring in the hook Let's go [Chorus] --- Turn It Up - Alchemist and Sheek Louch