Light Shit Up - Kurupt

(feat. Buckshot)
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherf**kin' 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 ni**a Kurupt)
(Deuce is wild motherf**ka)
Raise the roof up,
You hear the truth from Buck
F**k chuck, my ni**a 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 hoe
I'ma back slap her throat
What, raise the roof up,
F**k chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' sh*t up,
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherf**kin' 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 ni**a,
I'm f**kin' out ni**a
Survivin' a drought ni**a
It's like that Buck and Kurupt
F**kin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, ni**a what
We about to tear sh*t up
Ni**a what, we about to light sh*t up
You b**ch you motherf**kin' hoe a** ni**a
You nuthin' a** wanna be somethin' a** busta a**
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 niggas and pistols
Don't cock just pop, let it go ni**a
Pop the pistol,
Launch the missile
Let is whistle
Let it blow ni**a
Let these niggas know ni**a
Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know
We about to tear sh*t 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 motherf**kin' 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 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, cock heat,
Drop top two seat
You can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor
One two three ni**a
I'm gettin' dusted,
In the back of a six hundred
Like, f**k it, life's a b**ch 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**ka
You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherf**ka?
Hit the form then rock,
B**ches in flocks
Watch in the cut
Buckshot and Kurupt
F**kin' wid the Buck and Kurupt,
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, ni**a what
We about to tear sh*t up
Ni**a what, we about to light sh*t up
Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the glock
Ni**a sh*t don't stop
Ni**a what, we about to light sh*t up
Ni**a what, we about to tear sh*t up
Tear sh*t up ni**a what
We about to light sh*t
Ni**a 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
Ni**a what you got?
You fake a** motherf**kas
Nah what I'm sayin'
Broke niggas,
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**kin' leaky flows
Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherf**kin' roll