TurkSound Touch it (Deep Remix)

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Oh, now you know who the God beBack runnin' the cityAnd you know who the squadFlipmodeLook see ain't nothin' changedBack with the remixWith the Queens(TURN IT UP!)When you see me in the spotBetter respect each otherY'all already know where I'm repAin't no reason to check itAnd I know thatYou ain't messing with meJust for the recordSo insteadI'mma let Mary J. BligeCome and set it
(Get Low Mary)Maybe you can guessWho it isMary J. Blige, I'm 'bout toHandle my bizI'm on my grown womanStill I rep for the kidsIn every hood, and all my peoplesDoin' a bid(TURN IT UP!)Now you knowWho's really the Queen, deliver the mailSeven Hundred Thirty ThousandFirst week of my salesThe haters plot and they watchLookin' all pale;While I'm on a yacht, overseasDoin' my nails
(Get Low Digga)Now he sittin' there, lookin' stuckHe thinkin' cause he spentA little dough, "I'm 'gon fuck."If money ain't a thingI'm sayin' let a chick know;Type to empty an accountHow far you willin' to go?(TURN IT UP!)Now he hoppin' on the jetHe ain't wasting no timeTold me all expenses paidAny place I could findHit the islands in the WinterTrickin' all on his dimeAin't no alpha in this worldWho is better than mineThey wanna
I'm jinglin' baby (Go Ahead 'Mami)Don't I look charmin'Put your lips up on meKiss it, touch it, goodYes I wish you would (TURN IT UP!)You like to see meWhen I dip, baby, dipDon't I look like I got Beyonce's hipsLookin' like I could be Nia LongBoy, you smokin' thatCheech and Chong
I know what it feels likeI been gone for a minuteBut I'm backChinchilla on with a fittedEverybody talk moneyEverybody gon' live itThat bowl of bread smallerThan the arm(TURN IT UP!)And you know I'm doin' my thingIt's blue in the ringIf you had it like thisYou probably do it the sameBut you won't cause you brokeAll you do is complainAfter the club, I'mma put a fewIn the range and let 'em
Five boroughs of deathYou don't understandI got New York CityIn the palm of my handNow I could make a tight fistAnd let it crumble ridiculousOr I could smack the worldWith a New York Nemesis(TURN IT UP!)I got Staten Island on my pinkyQueens on my thumb, dudeThe Bronx on my middleFinger screamin' F youRock Ice in ManhattanSo there's the ring finger;You know I had to keepBrooklyn on the trigger finger
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast;Fuckin' with Bus, everyday is a feastStay off the streetsI'm tired of talkin' to y'all niggas;I'm stickin' a fork in y'all niggas(TURN IT UP!)When I hit 'em, manThat truck come get 'em, manRoughed up how I did 'em, manAin't no remorse for the corpse, truth isCan't I.D. the body, nigga toothless
As I combine all the juice from the mindHeel up, wheel upBring it back, come rewindPowerful impact, BOOM on the trackCome attack (Hey Shady!)Guess who's backEverybody in the placeTake a look at the faceI disappeared without a traceHe's a little high, ain't heNew year, Ooh yeahWho's here, New gearFull gear, Spookier. Aah Aah Aah!I'm 'bout to scream at the top of my lungsAnd I don't even know whyI'm screaming. Aah Aah Aah!And I'm screamin' on theWrong part of the songBus, you did it again, lets turn it up moreLet's turn it up loudLet 'em know we ain't playin'And I don't even knowWhat the chorus is sayin'(Touch It, Bring It, Babe)Just give me the beat Bus, plus