Turn It Up Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Whoo, yeah, turn it up 

Alchemist, you know what to do 

Bump that, turn it up, whoo 

Crazy daddy 

(Sheek Louch) 

A'yo, y'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, Kool 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 fuck you 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 niggaz behave 

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(Chorus) 

Yeah, D-Block is knockin, turn it up 

We got it poppin, turn it up 

We comin for y'all, turn it up 

Niggaz 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 

(Sheek Louch) 

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 liutenant 

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 

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(Chorus) 

(Sheek Louch) 

A'yo, real niggaz relate to me 

Jealous niggaz 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 gon 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)