"Turnt Up" lyrics

"Turnt Up"

Ayo, Fed—whassup, bro?
Whassup with me? You know what's up with me, man
I'm trying to get paid in full
Check this out, right
Since Javotti is the label
And I'm talking over this def beat right here
I think we should turn it up
We got my man (Tr-tr-Trend on the beat)

Thinking of the master plan
Where there's nothing but cash inside my hand
Wanna dig into my pocket my prophet is heaven sent
I dig deeper, you know I represent, represent
Yeah, money over bitches, my sisters go over everything
My bandz will make you dance, I'm forever like a wedding ring
Far above the hate and, the jealousy that the cheddar bring
Trying to get away from the 85ers like Evelyn
Ride with me, I got 'em leaking like Nene
Got 'em leaking like Wiki, these monkeys biting like hickeys
'Cause they're seeing what I'm doing, filling them with confusion
Cutting just like a truant, I'm fluent just like a student
Of the romance languages, only the diamonds hang with us
My meal is decorated with garnishes just like your wages is
The crib's outrageous like really it's no joke
The girl of your dreams be coming over to smoke loud

Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Turn it up loud, turn it up loud
Drop it, stop it
With all the soap operas and the soap boxes
Turnt up, turnt up, turnt up, for the people

You can feel the heat from your speaker, my sound will darken your features
Run it down like a zebra, I move with the speed of cheetahs
I'm from Brooklyn where the heat is the size of a two-litre
I ain't asking for no followers, I'm looking for new leaders
Is hard not consuming all the bullshit they feed us
Intravenous like a cord to the womb from the fetus
Been hard since I started reading, alliteration is literally littered
Through my DNA swimming all through my semen
So every time I bust, babies begin being born
Talk turns tough 'til them toasters that's tucked get
Drawn like a picture, picture a perfect painting
Police profiling people peacefully praying
Lay the law like leaders the lazy is lollygagging
On my grind getting guap, guess green is the new black
Meet me at the bar, we throwing a few back
Hopped out the car, you know who blew that loud

Ayo we drink good, smoke good
These cats wearing funny hats like the pope would
I come in looking quite clean in the loafers
So hood might scheme up to no good
You no crook, Gosling in the Notebook
I got the birds on the wire like I know I Wood
I still rep P.O.C.s like I'm supposed to
Coming live from death row like I know Suge
My rhymes like a laser beam - so focused
I'm in the ring, so lean I need a foam cup
I ain't lying, bare teeth so ferocious
Maybe I'm lying bare feet in the ocean
On the beach fall asleep and I'm floating
To the beat so unique like a potion
I love music, I'm complete in my devotion
(Word, say it again)
I'm complete in my devotion


Writer(s): William Griffin, Eric Barrier, Talib Kweli Greene, Marquise Jawon Simms
You May Also Like
Ol' Dirty Bastard - "Brooklyn Zoo" Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now! Ain't none of them niggaz can't fuck with me! What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga! (Ol' Dirty!) I'll fuck you up right now! What? What?...
Prodigy Of Mobb Deep - "Keep It Thoro" Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word? Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four...
Gang Starr - "She Knowz What She Wantz" This jam is dedicated to that woman that knows what she wants and just how to get it, word up She knows what she wants Yo, she knows what she wants She knows what she wants and just how to get...
The Pharcyde - "Ya Mama" Yo man, you gotta be... you know You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that? Yo bro-shot Yeah, word up bro-shot Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge and writin good...
Outkast - "Wailin'" In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the Usual Suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect And Southern pride, I'd be, checking my fucking head Scared, looking up in your face, boy, I see...