Kurupt - Light Shit Up Lyrics
f/ BuckshotKurupt & [Buckshot]Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'We got the Duck Down family keepin' it mother*****in' real(Wha, what, what)[This is what you get when you get this shit][This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it][This is what you get when you, to-kin' it][Wha, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt][Deuce is wild mother*****a](some mixed up talking)Verse 1: Buckshot & KuruptRaise the roof up,You hear the truth from Buck***** chuck, my nigga to the end is KuruptBee bee eyed Buck does it all,I make your gun jamWid shells from my gun,Feels like a body slamGod damn, elemental styles get exposedFlows from blow slow ya roll,Sit back and crash the Mo'And If I gotta bash the hoeI'ma back slap her throat[Kurupt]What, raise the roof up,***** chuck, Kurupt and BuckWid Gail luck lightin' shit up,Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the soloIncognito, spittin' like mother*****in' torpedosTornados, compose, compositions equivalent to collisons,Or contusions, incisions, illusions, glocksThe bomb pop bomb rocks serve all blocksOr you get all bombed dropWhere ya pistol punk?,Dump, get slumped, slapped and wrapped pack ramsackedShot blazed burned scorched to a crisp,Then stripped ah all ya shitBust it's penetratedDetonated and invaded then I'm out punkNo doubt nigga,I'm *****in' out niggaSurvivin' a drought niggaIt's like that Buck and KuruptHook: Buckshot*****in' wid the Buck and KuruptYa might get kurupted then get buckedThat's whats up, nigga whatWe about to tear shit upNigga what, we about to light shit upVerse 2: Kurupt & BuckshotYou ***** you mother*****in' hoe ass niggaYou nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta assQuick as I can get my hands on my MausbergSure, rollin' wid a half ah birdG'd up, D-P-G-C'd up, O-G-C'd up original gun clappin'No captains, no officials,Nuthin' but niggas and pistolsDon't ***** just pop, let it go niggaPop the pistol,Launch the missileLet is whistleLet it blow niggaLet these niggas know nigga(Buckshot talking)Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em knowWe about to tear shit upIt's two shots the deuce is wild[Buckshot]As the clouded smoke, fill up the airBuck wid the red eye stare,Should I stare,Hell mother*****in' yeahAlmost got blinded by a glareHollow tips made the metal flareYou better beware, or get,Hit in ya waist for, wastin' timeAggravate ya body when it twist and grindMetal to the bone, crack ya boneTravel up ya spine up to ya domeFollow me home,On a mission where we bone,Sick niggas wear ski masksDuck when we blastOld school shit smoke grass,Fill up the glass and the shit splash,On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete,Take it to the swap meet, ***** heat,Drop top two seatYou can keep the jeep while I creepKurupt the King pinned you on the floorOne two three nigga[Kurupt]I'm gettin' dusted,In the back of a six hundredLike, ***** it, life's a ***** and I love itAll I want's my cash, and my bundlesRock me a show in New York at the tunnelIn Philly respect, Gotham mother*****aYou talkin' bout money, do you got some mother*****a?Hit the form then rock,*****es in flocksWatch in the cutBuckshot and KuruptHook: Buckshot*****in' wid the Buck and Kurupt,Ya might get kurupted then get buckedThat's whats up, nigga whatWe about to tear shit upNigga what, we about to light shit upWalk the wrong side of the blockFace the right side of the glockNigga shit don't stopNigga what, we about to light shit upNigga what, we about to tear shit upOutro: Buckshot & [Kurupt]Tear shit up nigga whatWe about to light shitNigga what [Buckshot]Tear shit up[Shoot 'em down]We about to light shit up[Valentino]Young Gotti [Kurupt][Buckshot], the bee bee eyedNigga what you got?You fake ass mother*****asNah what I'm sayin'Broke niggas,Buckshot the bee bee eyed and KuruptOne thing about us and you know what we got in common is umm,We two CEOs wid mother*****in' leaky flowsMakin' plenty dough, slow ya mother*****in' roll
