[Funkmaster Flex]
Yeah, it's going down! You know how I get down. Funkmaster Flex and, be clear, all the big dogs know that my man Fisticuff rules the streets. And if you haven’t heard that joint, "Turn My Headphones Up", you need to get with it and act like you want it! Watch out for your mind, all this is hot!

[Fisticuff]
What?! Uhh! Turn my headphones up! I'm serious, n***a, turn them shits up! Turn 'em up! Hold up...

I’m serious, n***a, I can't hear out of this ear, turn my headphones up!

[Guy on the Block]
I stabbed a brother in the neck with a butter knife for Fisticuff.

[Other Guy on the Block]
Just 'cause.

[Guy on the Block]
It ain't going Platinum. It's going Double Uranium, son!

[Other Guy on the Block]
Uranium, ya heard?

[Guy on the Block]
We poppin' bottles, stabbin' people, killin' people

[Fisticuff]
Uhh! Yeah! Hold up, n***a, I can’t hear out of my left headphone. This one, n***a, this is my left, turn it up! Why you drop the beat out, man? A’ight, here I go. You ready to rock it? You ready to see how we do on the streets? All right, make that beat drop. N***a, I said "drop", not drumroll.

[Funkmaster Flex]
The ghetto, it's understood what this is, holla at ya boy!

[Fisticuff]
I’m sayin', n***a, you can't just put velvet in this shit and think they nice headphones!

(transition to concert)

[Fisticuff]
Where's my snares? Where’s my snares? One, two, one, two. Imma drop it like this, Imma drop it like this, hold up, y'all. Imma drop it like this, Imma drop it like this. Uhh- hold it, turn my left headphone up a little more.
[Dude on the Street]
It you don't know about Fisticuff by now, somethings wrong with you. He's got the illest joint out right now. He's crazy with it. "Turn My Headphones Up".

[Fisticuff]
N***a, I'm serious, I can't hear out of my left headphone. Turn that shit up! Okay now let that beat ride like that. That's right, here I come. I'm gettin' ready to drop it, y'all ready?

Oh, n***a just dropped the beat out. Oh, here we go, here's the real deal. Uhh...Uhh. Pump up that bass, pump up that bass! Pump it up, uhh! From the---what happened?

Oh! Well, is the beat gonna stop?

[Funkmaster Flex]
His lyrics are so tight, they don't even have to rhyme. And the word on the street is late night, one night in the ghetto, my man got shot in his ear, like, eight times.

[Fisticuff]
What? N***a, I can't hear, turn up my headphones! Turn 'em up! Turn them shits up! Put some treble in it! Put some treble in it, that's my word. All right, here we go-

Hold up, n***a, I need some water. My throat's dry. How the fuck you expect me to rhyme if I can't talk, n***a? I'm thirsty! What is this, jail, motherfucker?

[Funkmaster Flex]
Cop the album that you need, "Turn My Headphones Up", it's on Headphone Records, baby. There's a lot of heat right here.

[Fisticuff, writing lyrics]
Turn 'em up...Turn them shits up...

[Fisticuff]
Not for real, n***a, I'm sayin' on the paper, I'm writin'!
[Guy on the Block]
Yo, Fisticuff, if you need some new artistes, we down. I'm killin' people, we drinkin' malt, we bangin' chicks with no rubbers-

[Other Guy on the Block]
I left my bling-bling at home.

[Guy on the Block]
We keepin' it gangsta! We keepin' it gangsta!

[Fisticuff]
Fisticuffs! You heard? You heard? What? You heard?!?! What?! What?!

[Funkmaster Flex]
Go get the biggest album of the year, baby !