Turn It Up (feat. DJ Premier)

[Intro: Papoose (DJ Premier)] Ayo Premier wussup man? (Wussup Pap?) Live from the Nacirema Dream Papoose & DJ Premier (Yea) Time to turn it up on these niggas man Eyo Primo, you ready to turn it up? (You know it) Let’s turn it up on em [Hook] We never heard of yo clique but they heard of us They put em down, we liftin them burners up You keep sayin word to your mother but word to what? I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas I turn it up Come on, come on, killas Here go my cup, give me some more liquor Open this back window, let me dump on niggas It’s my era, I’m bout to turn it up on niggas [Verse 1] Peace to the New York Knickerbockers, the plot got thicker Cuz now they got the Brooklyn Nets and Barclays Center Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers Snakes who like to slither, wolves, monkeys, gorillas Veterans and beginners, righteous people and sinners Gamblers, losers and winners, ice grillers and grinners Hope you all some good swimmers cuz I’m as deep as the river I’m the bad guy, just like the Joker and Riddler Bad as Mike in his prime, man in the mirror in Thriller You ain’t a real man, you can’t even use the shitter You a pussycat, you probably got kitty litter Kill rich niggas in chinchilla Representing for the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets scrilla Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer [Hook] [Verse 2] When my oral deliver it’s such a moral dilemma I don’t quarrel with quitters, I give em sorrow and shimmers You think your artists is iller just cause his car from the dealer? This music char is bitter, cause yall some horrible spitters When I swallow the liquor, I write a marvelous scripture Start drawing a picture cause I’m immortal my nigga Beef is played out so I don’t bother with niggas But as long as it’s tender I eat your squad up for dinner Put my palms on the trigger and shoot you all in yo liver Injure all of you niggas, I’m cool and calm as a killer Your man styling from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla Ice — I’m Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker Had to hit curves with the hustlers and to emerge richer Back when Dipset was sippin sizzurp nigga My jewelery was black and yellow just like the Pittsburgh Steelers [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m on that money train, making dead president stops Robbed the liquor store just so we can get some Ciroc Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block Bought a 50-cent razor, now I’m ready to rock I step to your block with a George Jefferson bop I cut him cross peddle bike, he bled to his socks Cuz Miles didn’t have a chain when I peddled and popped My leather bomber was better than that pleather you rocked I wore old bomber way before Michelle and Barack I heard up North you wasn’t reppin a lot You never caught a 10-3, you respected the cops How you gon use that jail shit to try to get to the top? You woke up in PC, never slept in a box He said he hungry so I fed him the ox My gun is like an independent record label, Heckler and Koch [Hook] [Outro - DJ Premier scratching] Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Now I come back Keep it underground hardcore Turn up Papoose, Papoose