Lyric Turn It Up

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

[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

[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]