union - throw it up lyrics
we don’t f-ck wit no devils
word up
word up yo
m-th-f-ckers gettin’ hurt up yo
straight murder yo
bushot da beady eyed mc
in da back of me is the black ruby
listen to dis
don’t get caught up in da mist n-gg-
watch this n-gg-
[buckshot]
what da f-ck yall n-gg-s tryna say to me
step this way, b
and get smacked blaintly
lately
mad n-gg-s hate
but i don’t give a f-ck
tatoos on my stomach
plus on my nuts
you get two in ya gut
straight through da backbone
sen ya back home
while you be in da crack home
wit da fake gat phone
lookin’ you all alone
let me give you a tip
keep a firm grip
on da heat
you on’t want white sheets
decorating da streets
sh-t ain’t sweet
m-th-f-cker suppose to eat
so p-ss da plate
cause i’m gonna dump some food on yall n-gg-s
at a fast rate
f-ck tryna wait
i heard them all talk da talk
but they never walk da walk
n-gg-s hesitate now
yall n-gg-s said i don’t speak loud
but how
buckshot voice move da crowd
split you like a white owl
plow right through yall
in a day
n-gg-s don’t know what to say
i’m a pay lil’ n-gg-s
so they throw it my way
but by the end of the day
b-tches buy weight
only give those hoes boosted clothes
f-ck pretty b-tches
i learned not to love those
buckshot da beady eyed
i ain’t aposed
n-gg- what
my jewels got yall n-gg-s froze
[chorus]
throw it up
n-gg- throw it up
buck da beady eyed
put two in ya gut
n-gg- throw it up
representing b-c-c
da beady eyed mc
n-gg- what
what, what, what, what
k-a-s
what, what, what
i-n-o
what, what, what
k-a-s
[kasino]
you can’t knock my hustle
we can ball
if it’s contact sport
i touch yall
think small when the contracts bought
i crush yall
had to crawl before i walk
now i’m learning to bust now
when da price of c-ke sky rise
your team shut down
while da real players play
yall n-gg-s just play around
i figure know
which one of these cowards
a spray aroud
do you really bust your gun
or like da way it sound
you decide know
sweater i lay it down
when da beef comes
we squeeze metal
yall n-gg-s play da ground
i feel like i’m in da circus
f-ckin’ wit clowns
never take me serious
till i start strippin’ them down
got his pants by his ankles
bet he’s listening know
no one ever f-cks me
less i’m lifting a gown
i need these funds
trust me yall gonna need these guns
life’s a b-tch
and i’m a f-ck somethin’
see if she c-ms
kasino
k-a-s-i-n-o
quietly
you gonna say my name
try it right
[buckshot]
throw da bomb at yall
me i throw it back
i’m off da meatrack
when i’m writing exact
and i smack all you silly n-gg-s
for really n-gg-s
on my last nerve
should of stop when i gave doop
my word
i heard
n-gg-s don’t pay me no mind
i’m a shackle that your whole line
crush your body frame
get blasted out
perfect python to blow your chest out
n-gg- no doubt
kinda brolic is in me
i’m just da walking manifestation
of what you wanna be
don’t front on me
start da onslught
m-th-f-cker what you thought
my n-gg-s do it for sport
blow up ya court
f-ck a fort
we fornafide
stay high wit da purify
blurry eyed
beady eyed
going through wit da mist of da wind
n-gg-s can’t f-ck wit dis
whenever i begin
blow yall n-gg-s up
be at da show
fo-four yall n-gg-s up
[chorus]
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