Kurupt & [Buckshot]
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]
(some mixed up talking)
Verse 1: Buckshot & Kurupt
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
[Kurupt]
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
Hook: Buckshot
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
Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot
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
(Buckshot talking)
Tear `em up, gotta let `em know
We about to tear shit 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 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
