Turn it Up

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