Turn It Up Lyrics - Dj Premier

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 

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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 

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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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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