Lighting It Up

Turn my headphones up a little bit

Yeah

We be lighting it up, if it gets loose tighten it up

These niggaz out fightin for what

On the frontline, get 'em one time

On mine they will never see the sunshine

Yo, this is what it's about

I can shoot shots straight in your house

Have 45's straighten you our

Left hook land straight to your mouth

Crack your teeth, bring niggaz stacks of beef

Heat your grill, brothers got beats for real

Man it don't make sense you too cheap to kill

(Ha ha) Get a bird for the cheapest thrill

Prophylac' then I beat the gills, it's all part of the game

Me and X still out of your range

High-tech, my set will stop your whole threat nigga

Set your sights, you lookin at the best in life

Will swing it from the left to right and keep movin

Look, I expose your clique

Man you cats ain't as cold as this

Just as good as it's supposed to get

Hone your skills, you lookin for the wrong appeal

Check the file, respect the style

Let the bloodhounds loose, make 'em run for miles

[barking] Get your sound right, that don't even sound tight (what)

Spittin the shit that only get your town hype

We do it worldwide, you should let your girl ride

Roll with us, too cold to bust

I told you once, brothers ain't the ones to trust

Watch your back, do it by myself to stack

Polyhedron tracks, how real is that? Yeah

Go, better lace your boots

I be look for a place to shoot

Make your whole clique face the truth

Bow down when I grace the booth

Spark the flame, finish when I start to aim

Take your crown, still have to take you down

Snuffed out where you cats won't make a sound

Make your rounds, earthquake shake the ground

On the hunt still lookin for the beats that pound, yeah