Light Shit Up

Yeah, true story know what

I'm sayin'

We got the

Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' real(What, what, what)(This is what you get when you get this shit)(This is what you get when you, smokin' it)(This is what you get when you, tokin' it)(What, what, Buckshot that nigga Kurupt)(Deuce is wild motherfucka)

Raise the roof up, you hear the truth from

BuckFuck chuck, my nigga to the end is

KuruptBee bee eyed

Buck does it all,

I make your gun jam

Wid shells from my gun, feels like a body slam

Goddamn, elemental styles get exposed

Flows from blow slow ya roll sit back and crash the

Mo'And If

I gotta bash the hoe,

I'ma back slap her throat

What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck,

Kurupt and

BuckWid Gail luck lightin' shit up,

Nort and Roscoe,

K.G., the solo

Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' torpedoes

Tornadoes, compose, compositions equivalent to collisions

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 ram sacked

Shot blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit

Bust it's penetrated detonated and invaded then

I'm out punk

No doubt nigga,

I'm fuckin' out nigga survivin' a drought nigga

It's like that

Buck and Kurupt

Fuckin' wid the

Buck and Kurupt

Ya might get kurupted then get bucked

That's whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up

Nigga what, we about to light shit up

You bitch you motherfuckin' hoe ass nigga

You nuthin' ass wanna be somethin' ass busta ass

Quick as I can get my hands on my

MausbergSure, 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 niggas and pistols

Don't cock just pop, let it go nigga pop the pistol

Launch the missile, let is whistle, let it blow nigga

Let these niggas know nigga

Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know

We about to tear shit up

It's two shots the deuce is wild

As the clouded smoke, fill up the air

Buck wid the red eye stare

Should I stare, hell motherfuckin' 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 niggas wear ski masks duck when we blast

Old school shit smoke grass

Fill up the glass and the shit splash

On my hand then

I flick the ash, on the concrete

Take it to the swap meet, cock heat

Drop top two seat

You can keep the jeep while

I creepKurupt the

King pinned you on the floor

One two three nigga

I'm gettin' dusted, in the back of a six hundred

Like, fuck it, life's a bitch and

I love itAll

I want is my cash and my bundles

Rock me a show in

New York at the tunnel

In Philly respect,

Gotham motherfucka

You talkin' 'bout money, do you got some motherfucka?

Hit the form then rock, bitches in flocks

Watch in the cut

Buckshot and

KuruptFuckin' wid the

Buck and Kurupt

Ya might get kurupted then get bucked

That's whats up, nigga what we about to tear shit up

Nigga what, we about to light shit up

Walk the wrong side of the block

Face the right side of the glock

Nigga shit don't stop

Nigga what, we about to light shit up

Nigga what, we about to tear shit up

Tear shit up nigga what we about to light shit nigga what(Buckshot, shoot 'em down)

Tear shit up, we about to light shit up

Young Gotti(Valentino, Kurupt, Buckshot)

The bee bee eyed nigga what you got?

You fake ass motherfuckas ah 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, mm

We two CEOs wid motherfuckin' leaky flows

Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll