Light sh*t Up lyrics

Kurupt & [Buckshot]

Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherf*ckin' real
(Wha, what, what)
[This is what you get when you get this sh*t]
[This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it]
[This is what you get when you, to-kin' it]
[Wha, what, Buckshot that n*gga Kurupt]
[Deuce is wild motherf*cka]

(some mixed up talking)

Verse 1: Buckshot & Kurupt

Raise the roof up
You hear the truth from Buck
f*ck chuck, my n*gga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all
I make your gun jam
Wid shells from my gun
Feels like a body slam
God damn, elemental styles get exposed
Flows from blow slow ya roll
Sit back and crash the Mo'
And If I gotta bash the ho
I'mma back slap her throat
[Kurupt]

What, raise the roof up
f*ck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' sh*t up
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherf*ckin' torpedos
Tornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons
Or contusions, incisions, illusions, Glocks
The bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocks
Or you get all bombed drop
Where ya pistol punk?
Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsacked
Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp
Then stripped ah all ya sh*t
Bust it's penetrated
Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt n*gga
I'm f*ckin' out n*gga
Survivin' a drought n*gga
It's like that Buck and Kurupt

Hook: Buckshot

f*ckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, n*gga what
We about to tear sh*t up
n*gga what, we about to light sh*t up
Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot

You b*tch you motherf*ckin' ho ass n*gga
You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass
Quick as I can get my hands on my Mausberg
Sure, rollin' wid a half ah bird
G'd up, D-P-G-C'd up, O-G-C'd up original gun clappin'
No captains, no officials
Nuthin' but n*ggas and pistols
Don't c*ck just pop, let it go n*gga
Pop the pistol
Launch the missile
Let is whistle
Let it blow n*gga
Let these n*ggas know n*gga

(Buckshot talking)

Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to tear sh*t up
It's two shots the deuce is wild

[Buckshot]

As the clouded smoke, fill up the air
Buck wid the red eye stare
Should I stare
Hell motherf*ckin' yeah
Almost got blinded by a glare
Hollow tips made the metal flare
You better beware, or get
Hit in ya waist for, wastin' time
Aggravate ya body when it twist and grind
Metal to the bone, crack ya bone
Travel up ya spine up to ya dome
Follow me home
On a mission where we bone
Sick n*ggas wear ski masks
Duck when we blast
Old school sh*t smoke grass
Fill up the glass and the sh*t splash
On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, c*ck heat
Drop top two seat
You can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor
One two three n*gga
[Kurupt]

I'm gettin' dusted
In the back of a six hundred
Like, f*ck it, life's a b*tch and I love it
All I want's my cash, and my bundles
Rock me a show in New York at the tunnel
In Philly respect, Gotham motherf*cka
You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherf*cka?
Hit the form then rock
b*tches in flocks
Watch in the cut
Buckshot and Kurupt

Hook: Buckshot

f*ckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, n*gga what
We about to tear sh*t up
n*gga what, we about to light sh*t up

Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the Glock
n*gga sh*t don't stop
n*gga what, we about to light sh*t up
n*gga what, we about to tear sh*t up

Outro: Buckshot & [Kurupt]

Tear sh*t up n*gga what
We about to light sh*t
n*gga what [Buckshot]
Tear sh*t up [Shoot 'em down]
We about to light sh*t up
[Valentino]
Young Gotti [Kurupt]
[Buckshot], the bee bee eyed
n*gga what you got?
You fake ass motherf*ckas
Nah what I'm sayin'
Broke n*ggas
Buckshot the bee bee eyed and Kurupt
One thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm
We two CEOs wid motherf*ckin' leaky flows
Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherf*ckin' roll