Sheek Louch

Sheek Louch - Turn It Up lyrics

Your rating:


















Whoo, yeah, turn it up

Alchemist, you know what to do

Bump that, turn it up, whoo

Crazy daddy





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





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





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









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
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found