Light Shit Up歌词
歌手：Kurupt 专辑：Kuruption!
作词 : Blake, Brown, Harvey
Kurupt &Buckshot：
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfxckin' real
(What, what, what..)
This is what you get when you get this sh1t
This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it
This is what you get when you, to-kin' it
What, what, Buckshot that n1gga Kurupt
Deuce is wild motherfxcka
(some mixed up talking)
Verse 1/Buckshot & Kurupt: Raise the roof up
You hear the truth from Buck
Fxck chuck, my n1gga 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, Fxck chuck!
Kurupt and Buck, Wid Gail luck lightin' sh1t up
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherfxckin' 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 sh1t
Bust it's penetrated
Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt n1gga, I'm fxckin' out n1gga
Survivin' a drought n1gga
It's like that Buck and Kurupt
Hook/Buckshot: Fxckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked, that's whats up
N1gga what, We about to tear sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot
You b1tch you motherfxckin' ho ass n1gga
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 n1ggas and pistols
Don't **** just pop
Let it go n1gga
Pop the pistol, Launch the missile
Let is whistle, Let it blow n1gga
Let these n1ggas know n1gga
Gotta let 'em know (We about to tear sh1t up)
Of 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 motherfxckin' 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 n1ggas wear ski masks, duck when we blast
Old school sh1t smoke grass
Fill up the glass and the sh1t splash
On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, **** heat
Drop top two seat, you can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor, one two three n1gga
Kurupt: I'm gettin' dusted
In the back of a six hundred, like, fxck it
Life's a b1tch 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 motherfxcka
You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfxcka?
Hit the form then rock, B1tches in flocks
Watch in the cut, buckshot and Kurupt
Hook/Buckshot: Fxckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, n1gga what
We about to tear sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the Glock
N1gga sh1t don't stop
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to tear sh1t up
Outro/Buckshot & Kurupt:
Tear sh1t up
N1gga what, We about to light sh1t up
N1gga what (Buckshot), Tear sh1t up
(Shoot 'em down) We about to light sh1t up(Valentino)
Young Gotti (Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee eyed, N1gga what you got?
Huh! You fake ass motherfxckas
Nah what I'm sayin'?
Broke n1ggas, 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 motherfxckin' leaky flows
Makin' plenty dough, slow in motherfxckin' h0e
Kurupt &Buckshot：
Yeah, true story know what I'm sayin'
We got the Duck Down family keepin' it motherfxckin' real
(What, what, what..)
This is what you get when you get this sh1t
This is what you get when you, smo-kin' it
This is what you get when you, to-kin' it
What, what, Buckshot that n1gga Kurupt
Deuce is wild motherfxcka
(some mixed up talking)
Verse 1/Buckshot & Kurupt: Raise the roof up
You hear the truth from Buck
Fxck chuck, my n1gga 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, Fxck chuck!
Kurupt and Buck, Wid Gail luck lightin' sh1t up
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito, spittin' like motherfxckin' 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 sh1t
Bust it's penetrated
Detonated and invaded then I'm out punk
No doubt n1gga, I'm fxckin' out n1gga
Survivin' a drought n1gga
It's like that Buck and Kurupt
Hook/Buckshot: Fxckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked, that's whats up
N1gga what, We about to tear sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot
You b1tch you motherfxckin' ho ass n1gga
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 n1ggas and pistols
Don't **** just pop
Let it go n1gga
Pop the pistol, Launch the missile
Let is whistle, Let it blow n1gga
Let these n1ggas know n1gga
Gotta let 'em know (We about to tear sh1t up)
Of 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 motherfxckin' 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 n1ggas wear ski masks, duck when we blast
Old school sh1t smoke grass
Fill up the glass and the sh1t splash
On my hand then I flcik the ash, on the concrete
Take it to the swap meet, **** heat
Drop top two seat, you can keep the jeep while I creep
Kurupt the King pinned you on the floor, one two three n1gga
Kurupt: I'm gettin' dusted
In the back of a six hundred, like, fxck it
Life's a b1tch 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 motherfxcka
You talkin' bout money, do you got some motherfxcka?
Hit the form then rock, B1tches in flocks
Watch in the cut, buckshot and Kurupt
Hook/Buckshot: Fxckin' wid the Buck and Kurupt
Ya might get kurupted then get bucked
That's whats up, n1gga what
We about to tear sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
Walk the wrong side of the block
Face the right side of the Glock
N1gga sh1t don't stop
N1gga what, we about to light sh1t up
N1gga what, we about to tear sh1t up
Outro/Buckshot & Kurupt:
Tear sh1t up
N1gga what, We about to light sh1t up
N1gga what (Buckshot), Tear sh1t up
(Shoot 'em down) We about to light sh1t up(Valentino)
Young Gotti (Kurupt, Buckshot)
The bee bee eyed, N1gga what you got?
Huh! You fake ass motherfxckas
Nah what I'm sayin'?
Broke n1ggas, 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 motherfxckin' leaky flows
Makin' plenty dough, slow in motherfxckin' h0e
