Turn Up Lyrics

Say Jocc, man, won't you tell me some of them good old stories from bacc in the days, man

Man, come on, man

You got them, I know you got them

Come on, man, don't do me like that

Come on, just one, just one, you got me

Come on, man, just one, I know you got one in there

Please, baby, please give it to me, yeah

My homie Baby Mama came short on the rent

Had to come through, he doing life in the pen

Killed a bitch nigga, he had jumped on his sister

Shot him in the head, then beat him with the pistol

I know what you saying, he went overboard

But you don't really know the love he had for her

Pussy ass uncle raped her when she was six

Say he didn't mean it, he was jonein for a fix

I guess you could say family tight back then

Cause they didn't want to press charges on they kin

Seen all the pain in her eye each night

Old enough to know that shit wasn't right

So I got your bacc, let me make it plain and simple

Fucc with her cuz I'm on your ass like a dimple

Nigga, this just a PSA

Keep your hands to yourself, nigga, anyway

We was posted up by the street light

Drinking on some 40's and shooting dice

A car pulls up and it's Chill Will

He a homie so it really wasn't a big deal

Stangin' on the dice, I'm bout to hit my point

My other homeboy fires up a joint

Chill Will opened up his door and got out

Where my money nigga, put the strap in his mouth

That's the first time I ever seen a nigga brains

Dope fiend came, snatched all my nigga chains

Man I must've smoked a whole pound that night

Washed it all down with the gin and Sprite

The laws caught my boy about a week later

Said my boy pay for dope with some fake paper

Sometimes it goes down in the hood like that

Finesse the wrong nigga, get your ass whacked

Man, I am addicted now, man

Come on baby, look what you doing to me

I'm fiending, I'm fiending for more

I know you got another one

Please just give me one more, Jocc man

Man, this is what the game been missing, man

My little BG, he a pussy hound

And all he talk about is who he knocc'ed down

But this day here he say he bout to run a train

Met two hoes in a black Mustang

Never really heard the nigga talk about protection

I guess he wasn't worried about getting no infection

They got him in the room with the blindfold

Closed all the blinds and shut the door closed

Handcuffed his ass to the chair like some freaks

Asking did he know a young girl named Patrice

You gave her AIDS nigga, yeah you took her life

And that's when she pulled out the butcher knife

Stabbed his motherfucker bout 36 times

Cut his dicc off and put it where the sunshine don't shine

That's my daughter nigga, you piece of shit

Moral of the story, don't think with your dick

We gon' turn up just to tear this bitch up

If you fuck with us we don't give a fuck

We gon' turn up just to tear this bitch up

If you fuck with us we don't give a fuck

We gon' turn up just to tear this bitch up

If you fuck with us we don't give a fuck

We gon' turn up just to tear this bitch up

If you fuck with us we don't give a fuck