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Light Shit Up - текст песни



Light Shit Up


Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'


We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfuckin' 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 motherfucka)

















Raise the roof up,


You hear the truth from Buck


Fuck chuck, my nigga 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,


Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck


Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up,


Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo


Incognito, spittin' like motherfuckin' 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 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 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 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 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 nigga











I'm gettin' dusted,


In the back of a six hundred


Like, fuck it, life's a bitch 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 motherfucka


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


Hit the form then rock,


Bitches in flocks


Watch in the cut


Buckshot 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





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)


Tear shit up (Shoot 'em down)


We about to light shit up


(Valentino)


Young Gotti (Kurupt)


(Buckshot), the bee bee eyed


Nigga what you got?


You fake ass motherfuckas


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 motherfuckin' leaky flows


Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherfuckin' roll



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