PF Cuttin - Light sh** Up lyrics

Kurupt & [Buckshot] Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin' We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherf**in' real (Wha, what, what) [This is what you get when you get this sh**] [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***a Kurupt] [Deuce is wild motherf**a] (some mixed up talking) Verse 1: Buckshot & Kurupt Raise the roof up You hear the truth from Buck f** chuck, my n***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 ho I'mma back slap her throat [Kurupt] What, raise the roof up f** chuck, Kurupt and Buck Wid Gail luck lightin' sh** up Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo Incognito, spittin' like motherf**in' 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** Bust it's penetrated Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk No doubt n***a I'm f**in' out n***a Survivin' a drought n***a It's like that Buck and Kurupt Hook: Buckshot f**in' wid the Buck and Kurupt Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's whats up, n***a what We about to tear sh** up n***a what, we about to light sh** up Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot You b**h you motherf**in' ho a** n***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 n***as and pistols Don't co*k just pop, let it go n***a Pop the pistol Launch the missile Let is whistle Let it blow n***a Let these n***as know n***a (Buckshot talking) Tear 'em up, gotta let 'em know We about to tear sh** 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**in' 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***as wear ski masks Duck when we blast Old school sh** smoke gra** Fill up the gla** and the sh** splash On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete Take it to the swap meet, co*k 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***a [Kurupt] I'm gettin' dusted In the back of a six hundred Like, f** it, life's a b**h 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**a You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherf**a? Hit the form then rock b**hes in flocks Watch in the cut Buckshot and Kurupt Hook: Buckshot f**in' wid the Buck and Kurupt Ya might get kurupted then get bucked That's whats up, n***a what We about to tear sh** up n***a what, we about to light sh** up Walk the wrong side of the block Face the right side of the Glock n***a sh** don't stop n***a what, we about to light sh** up n***a what, we about to tear sh** up Outro: Buckshot & [Kurupt] Tear sh** up n***a what We about to light sh** n***a what [Buckshot] Tear sh** up [Shoot 'em down] We about to light sh** up [Valentino] Young Gotti [Kurupt] [Buckshot], the bee bee eyed n***a what you got? You fake a** motherf**as Nah what I'm sayin' Broke n***as 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**in' leaky flows Makin' plenty dough, slow ya motherf**in' roll