Lyrical Breakdown of Light It Up (ft. No Limit All Stars) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Light It Up (ft. No Limit All Stars)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
I wish my enemies fall, put my name on the wall
We like to hustle and ball, see we big and y'all small
Pass me the mic and I'ma tear the fuckin' club up
Hootie hoo, now boys and girls get buck
Where you from? Notico, who you with? I don't know
I'm 'bout to pull a kick do', everybody on the floor
So twerk somethin' niggas, twerk somethin' bitches
How you livin' fool? I got marble in the kitchen
Got a stove, countin' bridges, got gold on my digits
Twenty inches when I'm dippin', got that thang, I ain't slippin'
Got a mansion when I'm dippin', call the dawgs, they ain't trippin'
Holla if you hear me, light it up if you with me
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Yeah I did it, did it, yeah I hit it, hit it
If bad involved, my cash involved, yeah I'm with it, with it
Girls bounce, killers, and bust your guns
Count down five, four, three, two, one
Here now, do it year 'round, got somethin' to fear now
Bunch of thugs come to the club, so you get down
Now if last year was love, then this year's hate
If last year was luck, well this year's fate
If last year I was good, this year I'm great
If last year was seven figures, well this year's eight
N-O-L-I-M-I-T, I'ma hype it up
What the shocker? You ask me, I'ma light it up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
I hit 'em up, you lit 'em up, so get 'em up
What up, huh bruh? I light it up so you can hype it up
At the club, show me love, we blaze and get paid
You can't phase 'cause uh, I'm 'bout two steps ahead
Of the game, it's a shame, how could you be so lame?
But don't blame me mayne, unless you goin' insane
I say whoa, it ain't my fault, you got caught
And had to return, everything that you earned
You should've learned, you play with fire, you might get burned
You lit 'em up and hit 'em up, you should've waited your turn
One time, two times, when I hype it up
And just passed her, so I can light it up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Yeah Black 12 Bar Prince
I hit the stage and the whole crowd get intense
Jump the barricade to see the man right chea
Ooh you see them bitches fightin' they
Way to the front tryin' to get near
Scream and holler 'til they faint to get a chance to touch my hand
But then again, when they get the chance all they do is grab my pants
Pull my leg, touch my dick
Rush the stage, hug me and tell me how much they love my shit
Ooh the tight end, don't tell no lie
My niggas gettin' amped and they hands held high
Go Mr. Cole, go Mr. Cole, go
Without me you ain't shit, the man said so
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Get 'em up, hit 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
Light 'em up, hit 'em up
Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see
No Limit, runnin' this for the 2000, ya heard me?
Light it up
And we'll burn it up if we have to
Haha, light it up