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Lyrics for Throw it up by Union:
| | | Artist: | Union |
| | Album: | Various songs / Unsorted | | Track: | Throw it up | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 177 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Buckshot and Kasino
We don't fuck wit no devils
Word up
Word up yo
Muthafuckers 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 nigga
Watch this nigga
[Buckshot]
What da fuck
yall niggas tryna say to me
Step this way, B
And get smacked blaintly
Lately
Mad niggas hate
But I don't give a fuck
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
Shit ain't sweet
Muthafucker suppose to eat
So pass da plate
Cause I'm gonna dump some food on yall niggas
At a fast rate
Fuck tryna wait
I heard them all talk da talk
But they never walk da walk
Niggas hesitate now
Yall niggas 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
Niggas don't know what to say
I'm a pay lil' niggas
So they
throw it my way
But by the end of the day
Bitches buy weight
Only give those
hoes boosted clothes
Fuck pretty bitches
I learned not to love those
Buckshot da beady eyed
I ain't aposed
Nigga what
My jewels got yall niggas
froze
Chorus
Throw it up
Nigga throw it up
Buck da beady
eyed
Put two in ya gut
Nigga throw it up
Representing B-C-C
Da beady
eyed MC
Nigga 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 coke sky rise
Your team
shut down
While da real players play
Yall niggas 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 niggas play da ground
I feel like I'm in da
circus
Fuckin' 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 fucks
me
Less I'm lifting a gown
I need these funds
Trust me yall gonna need these
guns
Life's a bitch
And I'm a fuck somethin'
See if she cums
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 niggas
For really
niggas
On my last nerve
Should of stop when I gave doop
My word
I
heard
Niggas 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
Nigga
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
Muthafucker what you thought
My niggas do it for sport
Blow up ya court
Fuck a fort
We fornafide
Stay high wit da purify
Blurry eyed
Beady eyed
Going through wit da
mist of da wind
Niggas can't fuck wit dis
Whenever I begin
Blow yall niggas
up
Be at da show
Fo-four yall niggas up
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