Artist: DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles f/ Nas Album: Kolexxxion Song: Turn Up the Mic Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Nas] I only fuck with my niggas I keep it tight With my big brother, Bumpy Knuckles We 'gon ride on these niggas my nigga [Chorus: Nas] (DJ Premier Scratchin) Turn up the mics! Yeah! Let's get crazy! Nigga! What! Turn up the mics! Y'all bitch ass niggas is Schwayze! Check it out! (C-C-COME ON!!!) [Verse One: Nas] I'm nasty, but fuck bitches, handcuff snitches Feed they, nuts to pitbulls that plan more business Got sluts on leashes walkin on all fours Have them eatin from dog bowls pettin their heads 'Cause they love playin that roll they sexy in bed Smokin bud I'm out of control wish deaf on the feds Cups spills with Grey Goose, watching snuff films Laughin at dykes that wear patten leather with spikes My cheddar is right Miami Beach playin it low St. Barts rented house and a boat, two hundred thou on my throat That's only half of what my wife ice cost Phone call hearin, another boss got his life lost Well, wipn sand off of my toes Read a book called Catcher In The Rye I chose Some Bob Marley then apply to the scheme To make me and Bump Knucks more rich, then I got me a team He got him a team, we tryin to buy, G4's with missle launchers Tired of walkin 'round with beef, with our pistols on us C4's better I'm callin me some B-more killers To come and bleed you, show us the suns and the sky Your surely die, you washed up fuck your people! Your money ain't as long as mine you dumb and you foul Who you tryin to squeeze old as fuck with alzheimer's disease We the new breed......nigga!!! [Chorus: Nas & Bumpy Knuckles] (DJ Premier scratchin) (*Nas) (**Bumpy Knuckles) Turn up the mics!!! (T-T-T-Talk about it be about it-"Havoc") (*Holla at somebody real) Turn out the lights!!! (**Uh huh) (*Bumpy Knuckles, God Son, get right motherfuckers!!!) Turn up the mics!!! (T-T-T-Talk about it be about it-"Havoc") (**Turn the motherfuckers up!!!) Turn out the lights!!! (**That's right, y'all know why?!) (*SUICIDE! SUICIDE!) [Verse Two: Bumpy Knuckles] It's Bump, I'm rowdy I'm wild I'm crazy I'm slick I talk shit, name brand bitches all on my dick I don't trip, I meet bitches in this game that got pretty famous Games all that's project pussy nigga it's all the same We gangstas! We keep it hardcore keep it atreet Keep the guns and microphones be keep it heap I'm the unsquashable beef, I put it in your rider That means that every show, I'll be layin in your dressing room Next to the Henny rock, two times twenty cocked I'm a cold ass nigga, that keep shit plenty hot My bubble goose is stocked with double truth For you old ass gangstas and you troubled youth Know it! I hate cops and niggas with cops friends That still buy weight in the hood, they drop in With little marks on 'em, scratched by the eye You hand me a twenty, you must wanna die! Nigga! I won't remake a 'Pac record or say a Biggie verse And I'll shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first God Son we hot in here!!! Bravehearts we hot in here niggas they got to fear! [Chorus: Nas] Turn up the mics! Yeah! Let's get crazy! Nigga! What! Turn up the! Y'all bitch ass niggas is Schwayze! Check it out! Turn up the mics! Yeah! Let's get crazy! Nigga! What! Turn up the mics! Y'all bitch ass niggas is Schwayze! Check it out! [Outro: DJ Premier scratchin] T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-Talk about it be about it-"Havoc" Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y'all know what's happenin-"Tef" Yes yes y'all, feel the beat y'all-"LL Cool J" F-F-From the spot, to the street life, we doin this right T-T-T-T-T-T-T-Talk about it be about it-"Havoc" Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y'all know what's happenin-"Tef" Yes yes y'all, feel the beat y'all-"LL Cool J" F-F-From the-s-s- spot, to the street life, we doin this right