Union

Union - Throw It Up 2 lyrics

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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

 Chorus
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