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