Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse 1
{yella boy}
I was creepin' through newtons gave my boy some fuckin' dap
I looked to my right and lil' hurt was about to strap
I rocked upon the mic I made the whole crowd clap
Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on his lap
Bigge de bouncin' through the pot hos was on my j
I'm givin' eye to eye to this lil' freak named renee
Spittin' much game and my game be cold
Now why them hos be sweatin' me
Because of the vibes of the kangol
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse two
{tec-9}
Everybody buck wild because it's sunday night
Music got it goin' on and it's kind of hype
Lil' ya is on the mutherfuckin' mic tonight
Got the bitches pussy poppin' so we keepin' it tight
My nigga pee wee in the back rippin' shit up
He asked me would I grab the mic I said wusup
Ya know I slowly approach the mic wit my hand
Everybody was clappin' to what I was sayin'
Till that nigga from the other side shouted out
Mutherfuck that third put a boot in yo mouth!
Got damn nigga trippin' must be on that shit
'cause before the bitch knew I was gettin' dat lick
As I knocked out the big mouth who fucked up my show
I told him it was sent around so it's time to go
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Third verse
{lil' ya}
Sittin' in the club lookin' real sharp gee
Niggas break out fightin' uh oh it's gettin' rowdy
Hos in the front try'na break it up I'm chillin' in the back
Try'na get my fuckin' dick sucked
Ya see they distracted about wards
They servin' them hos come up drivin' and shoppin' in fancy cars
But me I'm just chillin' like a fuckin' villain
Step against the chrome and there will be another killin'
Somebody's on the mic rockin' the bitches
Lil' slim my nigga pimp they shit was tight
Nigga lit up a blunt the hos was nothin' nice
The big man started to make fight
Chairs started flyin' in the air
But when you at newtons nobody don't care
Then ms. tee poped up on the scene
With that I don't give a ( I don't give a)
You know what that mean bitches weigh tires
With the fuck me yella they was straight eddie bowin'
Who the fuck is tec-9 a nigga with a lot of dog bitches
On his mutherfuckin' mind then I head of juvie of valence street
Down wit playa they call him lil' gangsta dee
Newton was wild that night gee that's the same night
Every fuckin' thing got wild
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse four
{yella boy}
I slowly moved to the bar to get another slow gin
I turned back around hands was goin' in the wind
A nigga can't walk straight he full of that fuckin' dank
Walked up to another nigga that was drunk and waist his drink
He said ya blow my fuckin' high so nigga don't apologize
I feel ya about to play me like a ho suddenly ya bout to die
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Fifth verse
{tec-9}
Now I can't understand how a nigga sweat a bitch
Gettin' all pumped because yo ho in my shit
If ya tell her in her face ya fucked her
Then that uptown bitch wouldn't disrespect ya
You don went and got yo whole posse for me
Ya tried to test my nine to see if I was a gee
Mutherfucker as I pop my trunk let me see dat ass run
But the bullets from my gage put ya on front page
All the shit that went down didn't even make since
When they put you in the bag I was diggin' up in yo bitch
As I left the scene everybody started to watch me
I got to get the fuck before them people try to rob me
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Everything is wild yo that's not my style
I like to keep my game smooth like the water in the nile
Why shits always startin' while a nigga is try'na chill
Verse one: {tec-9}
Still got a lot of dog bitches on my list
Who be fuckin' for office and under cover suckin' dicks
I rapped about 'em back in my first rhyme
I'm a kick it once again because they still on my mind
I'm kickin' it on them hoes them dog ass hoes
I'm kickin' kickin' kickin' on them dog ass hoes
Well I guess I got to start with this bitch named nell
A dick suckin' cross thrower sent straight from hell
Never liked her just fucked her
Claimed that I stuck her the cable man
Was puttin' in time so it ain't mine
A lot of bitches was waitin' on my name
It ain't no thang because I'm gonna let me nuts hang
Next up is my baby mama a fuckin' hood rat
Didn't use a rubber when I hit the cat
She love to just shake shake ride the dick
Now I wish I never meet her because she make me sick
But it ain't no thang 'cause I'm gonna let me nuts hang
But ain't no thang because I'm gonna let my nuts hang
Chorus:
Just go ahead baby
Shake shake it baby
Twerk twerk that ass if you can't be faded
Go ahead baby
Shake shake it baby
Twerk twerk that ass if you can't be faded
Verse two: {lil' ya}
Let me tell you about this hoe that
I almost forgot 'cause she sucked a
Player's wood for some gap socks
Her name was michelle she was sabrina friend
Got her loaded hit that ass of the straight gin
She was down to fuck wasn't havin' a drain
So I tricked her get out and left that hoe in pain
Now here's another bitch that I forgot about
Like a preener player I had to get them out
Her name was black and she was a fine bitch
Stole my watch out my house sucked a nigga dick
Still in high school with a gap in her teeth
Got to give it to you black you could
Beat a nigga meat oops almost forgot bout one more
Demetrice I fucked behind a liquor store
It was one newton night I was headed to the tail
But fuck that shit she didn't have no bail
Made her walk from the liquor store and jumped in my ride
This stank hoe begged just to sit inside
I can't think of no more yella boy
You know you not a trick
So won't ya talk some more shit bout another bitch
Chorus: {3x}
Verse three: {yella boy}
I like to watch a p popper
Twist, shake, dance do it
If you got a big booty let me see ya shake it do it
Wait a minute what about teesha
She was a real dick pleaser
I tossed that hoe one night for a chucky cheese pizza
She was nasty like to fuck twenty four seven she's in the mood
And when I'm curious now she seem like ebaneaser scrooge
Shakin' it twerk it all around if you from the n. o. town
Fresh got 'em twerkin' to that ca¡ìh money sound
This is for them hoes who like to throw that sloppy pussy
Like my nigga nolia said "shakin' washin' washin' pussy"
Now I'm a wrap it up with kelly because
She's down with hittin' the telle
Bitch tried to fuckin' ride me I was
Diggin' in her belly if you bout it scream and shout it
Let me see ya bounce it pop it why bitch
Because I'm from the third I got the nerve
Ready to serve
Mac melph calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you
Believe dat yeah!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before I rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
( tec-9)
Ya better watch dis mascara that's about to occur
I'm pretty sure to buck 'em down because I got the most rounds
Up in my chamber release my anger
Straight at you!
I hear the po-pos as they say my name over the dispatch
But I'm round the way hidin' wit my boy who knows me real well
No matter the price a real nigga will never sell you out
'cause nigga that's not what it's all about
We droppin' 'em down if ya runnin' off at the mouth
Yeah! dem boys at 6 and b.b. comin' up
You gets buck straight to the ground
If ya talkin' about ya comin' around
Lil' niggas becomin' bigger niggas everyday!
Initiation spray a nigga wit an a-k
Block parties drinkin' 40's smoke somethin' wit meeee
We like to roll tightly without the seeds
Like kilo I be coastin' full of that potion
Nigga flowin' so pass the weed around to meeee
When I'm high I'm like kurtis nigga superflyyyy
We be deep so watch my back if we chose to sleep
Will I live to see my 21st birthday
Will I live to told the world what my niggas from around the way
I got dat flava that will save ya
Money hungry bitches blowin' up my pager
But beep me some time and I am call you back
But for now I'm in the hood
Smokin' on a fat sac!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before I rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
(lil' ya)
I'm not that average one of them lil' niggas
So let me clerify packin' a gat
For real black because where I'm at it's do or die
My peeps up in that project protectin' makin' reck shops
Its good to be alive in 96 I tot my 9 glock
My niggas out that 3rd keepin' dem
Blunts steady passin'
The dope is steadily flowin'
Mutherfukers steady blastin'
I'm racin' for my shit I bet ya mutherfuckers recognize!
And if ya didn't know ya better ask somebody!
In 1996 we shinners soldiers out da nolia
I told ya I'm a roller
But I guess ya ain't hear me though
I'm kickin'it on a level that a buster nigga
Can't touch!
A rebel runnin' rhymes leavin' bitch niggas fucked up!
Strickly representing' kickin' it for my niggas out the 3rd
Servin' silly suckers jealous niggas get what dey deserve
Pass me the disc jump in the back
And snort a lot drain got me booted
Now I'm zooted out my mind
Straight out the 3rd I know ya heard
That we a bout it
Niggas packin' steal rapin' bitches and gettin' rowdy!
If ya caught slippin' or trippin'
Without the clippin' ya flippin'
Because we bustin' and bustin'
Never missin' always hittin' nigga!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before I rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
Calio calio
(yella)
A buck connection temple surely
Another murder in your town got the streets
A certi I'm closin' shop wit the noise
From a large weapon it's on again
The thirds got to teach another lesson
I got a click thats quick to buck
Bitch buckle up when I come
I come aimin' strickly for the throat on up
I'm like a tractor as I bulldozer in those streets
Quiet is kept that I creep and knock you off yo feet
Then meet yo name the next day at yo j-o-b
Hurricane yella just swept through yo fuckin' town
I throw my bullets as if I'm on the pitcher mound
Red handkerchief representin' assholin'
The theme plus leavin' yo fuckin' head swollen
Like mo b dick I'm deavin' quick up in this gangsta shit
My probelm solvers bullets wit dem extra clips
I dips and dale wit my ree's strap up real tight
I'm wit my dogs and we on bloody all night fight
I'm full of the dope out the comost roll like a molle
The whole third got my back we comin' through
Watch yo back it's the mac melph calio crew
Bustin' ya up servin' ya up wit dem choppers
Its the third aka call us life stoppers
I take ya to war like the desperado
All my dogs on the scene wit the extra hollow
Now I'm the driver of the u-haul
Filled wit the third the backs open
'cause we dumpin' somebody gettin' served
One for all all for one now the jobs done
The victorythe third somebody smoked
Somebodys elses son
Its the fella wit the chucks in front of the crowd
Like the days of the 11 o 8
The thirds goin' out
Ya bitch you!
Chorus
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Ya better back up off before I rape ya for life ya bitch
Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec
Nolia soldiers the melph boys the melph boys
{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin' house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha
Chorus: {tec-9}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Chorus: {lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the lil' ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Chorus: {yella boy}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the yella boy now ya takin' yo last breath
{tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble
I look back I see nigga's bustin' I'm out numbered
Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five
>from my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga
I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a third ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's
You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!
You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my
Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger
I'm the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now I got to serve ya "g"
I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you won't
See no disguise, 'cause I'm real ain't no fuckin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "g"
I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo mind
Chorus
{yella boy}
Money in the power brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt
We meet by the old dump, 'cause them people hot
Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was ready to make the switch
Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin' ditch
It was a nigger, try'na kill me, I'm smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em I'll be back
Chorus
{tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and y'all bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in luger
I haven't seen a nigga like this cry before
You best's to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lil' g, y'all can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't fuck up 'cause i'ma have to
Pop you up
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Boom boom boom, it's the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherfuckin' head
I'm comin' hard out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know they can't handle me
Them nigga's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family
With them tear's in they eye's how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry
{yella boy}
Slicky grease I'm back, with my nigga's and they gat's 'cause
You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on
The first time, I went out like a fuckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just like I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he empty the glock
I'm not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see
'cause we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' bitch
The war is on, so bring it on 'cause next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny shit
Chorus: {tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it 'cause, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it 'cause, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Verse one: {tec-9}
I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga
You better not let me catch'cha
Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's open
I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out opportunity's
To make a motherfuckin' million is this industry and
I know you recognize I'm threatin' to shut 'em down
Strike 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin'
To be the player that I be once again call me
The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga
Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga
Don't knock me, just watch me, as I rise to the top
Black connection nigga, and I be slangin' all night
Sleepin' all day, can't figure out how I turned out that way
I hang around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
Ski mask's passin' me by so why should I try
If I'm not strapped with my automatic ak
Anyway, I'm a spray when I hit the corner
Chorus
Verse two: {tec-9}
Got four across the top, nigga all gold's
Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen
They see me chillin' with the wife, and
Start the trouble, but on the double
I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check
To get respect, like that y'all
Yeah, I'm rollin' by kind of high in a
Candy shaw, got connects with the mob
Bill's payed up front, black connection's
Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt
I wonder if I'm a last to the end of time
Or will my face end up on tee shirt's
My family cryin' with all this playa hate'n goin'
On in this world today, who's real who's not
Nobody's safe to say, I see some nigga's
Who claim to be down, but ain't really down
'cause when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around
So I'm a stick to the g-code,
Don't change the nigga's that you came up with
Them the real nigga's,
The bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang with
Try'na find a way to come up on a few key's
Try'na find a way to come up on a few gee's
Chorus: {tec-9}
Why is everybody player hate'n me
I guess it 'cause, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Verse three: {tec-9}
Got a back yard full of nigga's screamin'
Let me go, but I don't think so
Because you know I'm the bounty hunter,
Bounty hunter comin' to get'cha,
The shit that I be carryin' straight up split'cha
I propolize the situation keep on thuggin'
Tellin' me you think I'm all that, but I'm just hustlin'
Comin' up in the game, steady fillin' up my cocaine
I fuck with real nigga's we live, you die
I often dream of straight makin' it
You got's to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it
Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a boulder
It's time for distribution, fuckin' confusion
Closin' my competition shop down
Yo look for me, or you get struck down
Ain't no goin' down my attitude is straight rude
When I was lookin' out for us, you was lookin' out for you
My enemies are around me, and in my face
They got my crossed out and locked down in that place
But I'll be back and down for an 187, it get's the job done
Because I brought my mock-11, fully automatic
Prepare to handle static, rat-a-tatta
Won't y'all look at all these nigga's scatter
Before I let the bullet's go, I watch the nigga break
To his knee's and cry just like a hoe
{bitch ass nigga}
Chorus
{tec-9 talkin'}
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Say yella, them fool's wasn't ready for that huh
Yeah, 'cause I'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
Ride out with that shit
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and say that shit
Now why is everybody playa hate'n me
I guess it 'cause I'm ballin' in that u.p.t.
It's the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me
{tec-9}
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
No time for slippin' no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9
Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but I won't let her
Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and slept all day
Can't figure out, how I turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a nigga to get paid
Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt I'm strugglin'
Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin'
But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her that I care
The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good
These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good
Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me
Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that I'm broke
But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie
Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that
The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin'
No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin'
{yella boy}
No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress
To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best
But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But some serious business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide
Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to shot
See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it
'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress
{lil' ya}
Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard
Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward
The game faded, but it didn't fade my way
'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start since
The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way
Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost
On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign with the "u"
Want some talent show's then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's
Never was around when I didn't have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'
{talking}
Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it
Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}
It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it
It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward nigga and we bout it
Verse one: {lil' ya}
Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or eight 'cause if I was there
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne
So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me
Like I told you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy
Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust
You tried to make peace not knowin' I was strapped
He tried to give me dap and prime you's a bitch you weak!
'cause everytime you see me you know that you speak
But I got love for them fakein' ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick takin' busters!
{chorus}
Verse two: {tec-9}
Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all bitches mad 'cause ca¡ìh money didn't want'cha,
Imitatin' u.n.l.v.,
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,
But i'ma keep it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You started out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya,
Said you like to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,
But try to turn my fans against me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me,
And y'all bitches can't see me,
My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly game of come up
Biddy bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit,
Because you bite my shit,
Switch it around and recite my shit,
And I know you bitches heard about me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You play the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
It's goin' down at night,
And you don't see me 'cause I'm not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas wasn't around,
But I know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground,
So I checks him, and then I wet him,
Yeah, I come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So show tec-9 what'cha made of nigga,
You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch
Verse three: {yella boy}
Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
And I know y'all been waitin' on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name bigger
They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it
But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about
New orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been sick
But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one time
But first, what about the crowd that did that dance
Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a ghetto
Better yet my shop where I go and make my rounds
I ain't no joke I'm on a real big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
He can't 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick
'cause, I'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, prime time you a bitch
I can't let you slide 'cause I got that feelin'
You lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you never go what
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better keep my
Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin' mouth
Before you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a leave yo ass
Incabale condtion motherfucker I hope you take
This time long
I'm sick of tired, I'm sick of tired
Of you bitches playin' with me
I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya twice
We not nice y'all first mind lead wrong
You should have thought twice
Try'na diss y'all thought we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like that
Left yo back, that yo wife is wack
'cause that's a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a
Bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy
Maybe that's why they slip so hard
But fuck it, I'm a jump in my car
I told y'all once before, I'm not no little boy
Shop closed 'cause of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy
THE LOX LYRICS
Wild Out
Crazy Time!
Whoa (My Dawgs)
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, (OK)
Whoa, Whoa (yo,yo,yo), Whoa, (yo, yo, yo)
Whoa, (yo) WHoa, (yo) Whoa, Whoa
Chorus 1
Wild Out!! (cmon)
Wild Out!! (uh huh)
Wild Out!! (If ya glad that L-O-X is Ruff Rydin now!!, cmon niggas)
Wild Out!! (whooo, what, what)
Wild Out!! (wild out, wild out, wild out)
Wild Out!! (All My niggas throw your guns up, yo ,yo)
(Sheek)
I know niggas in the clink
That send pipe bombs thru sinks
That got dough and still wanna stick y'all wit minks
Y'all would think y'all was jinxed wit a month of bad luck
I'm that huntin muthafucka and guess who da duck
I'm Elmer and you Daffy like the Looney cartoon
But this ain't no cartoon
My bullets clear out the room
I said "Boy, try to learn the fundamentals here, son."
Like that rooster and that chicken hawk I teach about a gun
I place my money on one
I'll pull it out, you'll run
I wave it in front of ya son and both y'all is done . . . Blah!
For God's sakes, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million
Must I wave it at yo' children?
Run up in yo' buildin and go straight for the bank
Got the coke saran-wrapped at the bottom of the tank
I know those tricks
Ya suppliers, Papi and them, I know those dicks
Give me those bricks
Now, wild out niggas
Hook 2:
Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh, yo!)
Wild Out!! (ok)
Wild Out!! (If ya bouncin in da club actin like you cant get in!)
Wild Out!! (what, uh)
Wild Out!!(yo, yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!! (Yo, yo ,yo ,yo ,yo ,yo)
(Jadakiss)
For every check I deposit, it's just a new burner in the closet
And the big one'll kill you, ya brother and ya pops quick
Might take one slug to get y'all both
'cause muthafucka, I'ma make sure I hit y'all close
And whoever's left guarenteed he gettin it all
'cause his ass coulda ran when I was lookin at y'all
I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes
And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes
Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit nines
Great wit eights
Nigga, I'll heat ya face
And I got a hungry lawyer that'll eat the case
I used to cop so heavy that the block got mad
And niggas start callin up the cops like cabs
My 16's make niggas go to they dorm
Lock in and workout, then come out in the mornin
Wild out and blow a CO jus 'cause it's borin
Wild out nigga
Hook 3:
Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!! (yo, yo ,yo)
Wild Out!!
(If ya just got outta jail from doin wild time, lets bawl out!)
Wild Out!! (yo!)
Wild Out!!(ok, cmon cmon)
Wild Out!! (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Styles)
I pray to the Allah
But I'm too foul to go to the mosque
And if it's beef, I'ma murder you and go to da squad
Holiday Styles
Screw niggas far as they rap
I let my shotgun ball ya bat
Make ya coffin outta ya plaques
And bring ya ice to hell
Y'all fuck around dis album, I'll do life in jail
And if you under 21, you shouldn't listen to dis
You hate a nigga, go and kill him while he takin a shit
So, when the cops come and get him he'll be makin 'em sick
So, they could feel how I feel
I had a probable cause
You know da shit that happens when you don't follow da boss
Follow the rules
Kids get followed to school
And the thug niggas ball ya boo
Target practice was a horrible view
It's fucked up what tomorrow can do
And these niggas feel sorrow for who?
'Til we put you in da dirt, we ain't partin wit you
Wild out niggas
Hook 4
Wild Out!! (ya better back up dawg)
Wild Out!! (everybody, yo, yo)
Wild Out!!
(If a nigga grillin your chick, uh, and she wit you, fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (yo, what?)
Wild Out!!(Cmon, cmon, cmon, I cant hear you!, cmon)
Wild Out!! (If ya find ya nigga cheatin, lets go girls!, cmon now!)
Wild Out!! (uh, yo!)
Wild Out!! (cmon cmon)
Wild Out!! (If a nigga step on ya gotdamn shoes, fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (uh huh uh huh)
Wild Out!! (yo, yo, whoa!)
Wild Out!! (If a nigga owe you money, and aint paid ya yet!, fuck that!)
Wild Out!! (cmon, oohh)
Wild Out!! (what what!)
Wild Out!! (If ya workin at a job and the boss fire you, fuck HIM!)
Wild Out!! (uh!)
Wild Out!!(yo, yo ,LOX Niggas, LOX Niggas)
Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!!
(whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody!)
Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! {pause}
(anybody, young niggas, dead bitches!, tear it up!)
Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!! Wild Out!!
Wild Out!! (<- extended, pause) Wild Out!! Wild Out!! (skinny nigga)
Who? Swizz Swizz Beatz (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
2 thou- Millenium (Millenium)
Money makin plenty-em
you hear that
L-O-X, L-O-X, L-O-X, we here!
(Answering Machine Recording)
Yo, kiss man
I'm tired, I'm not doin a verse today, man
I'll do this shit tomorrow, man
Do da hook and everything, man
Just save me 16 bars
I'll be there tomorrow
[Lil Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
[Yella]
Damn nigga!
[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9]
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change me I'm a Uptown nigga for life! (2X)
[1st Verse-Tec-9]
Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless
Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, I despise
As I shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
AND YOU WILL KNOW, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger
BECAUSE YOU KNOW, that I'm the one who pulled the trigger
BLOODY BODIES 226 hit nigga
BLOODY BODIES I'm wettin' up your Hilfiger
Step aside nigga Uptown is on the way
>From the Mac Melph Calio all strapped with K's
Catch a muthafucka sleep and I'll wet ya down
When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin' it 'cause a nigga from the U be makin' it
You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
You can call me the 9-7 Deion
This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
Back to Bustaland,
I know you see the semi-automatic that I'm holdin' in my right hand
I got a closet full of T-shirts with homies on em
Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one
I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama
Protect the cocaine, protect my Mama
Fuck chasin', I'm waitin' patient in your daughter
You underestimated me, but I'm rock hard
The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
(WHY TEC????)
'cause I'm an Uptown nigga for life!
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
Nigga I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown
I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl
And I can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
Doin' what I gotta do to make a fuckin' living
I'm doin' my own thing
Born to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
I hit the set BET CHECK I'M IN EFFECT!
And if ya fall short, BITCH YA BODY I GOTS TO WET!
I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit
I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I never miss
Shit,I represent, that U.P.T.
I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence street
Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's
And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty
Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy
Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and Nico
I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil' Tyron
Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Byron
Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people Snake
Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch!
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse-Yella]
I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with Niggas
And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
The Southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle
Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' Urkel
It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's
Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83
On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be
Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as Roger
I bucks Roger's, pourin' hits like the Dodgers
I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival
Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS
'cause I'll come through, and I'ma leave you haters on the flats
And you'd wish me, that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop
And I was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block
And that's why you got served, nigga you must learn
You fall short, the desert Eagle's gonna make you burn
The shit is real, now do you feel me?
'cause if you don't your bodies gonna get tied
For a long ride,
In my trunk, I wonder, if Harriet Tubman had the chance
Would she have learned to do the Eddie Bauer dance?
Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her?
Sellin' quarters
Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus
I woulda did more than fuss
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black Connection you bitch you
[Chorus] (2X)
[Lil Ya]
Verse one: {tec-9}
Straight out tha gutta they label a nigga
As a problem to the other side but they just
Want to take me for a ride you ask the question on
Why I like to use the "n" word
Well that's the only way a nigga is heard
Now I'm young and I'm black that puts odds against me
I often carry the nine 'cause I got to defend me
Gun shot to yo head now you dead uh huh
That mean some drama bout to happen
Motherfucka, yeah I'm to much trouble
I can't stay at my mom's house
Mama goin' crazy thinkin' my time is runnin' out
So now I'm a nigga with a time limit
On top of all that I got hooked up on some hoe shit
They say I fit the description of a 187 suspect
So now the parish prison blue is in effect
But this ain't nothin' to a brother
'cause I've handle shit like this once before
Because I'm straight out the gutta
Chorus: {lil' ya/yella boy}
They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if I'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if I'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride
Verse two: {tec-9}
Now I'm out in the gutta nothin' but a trap
You can't survive if you can't stay strapped
So watch yo back gangster
I hear this story and I started to get hecked
I'm figurin' a plan so my boys can be protected
I ain't about to let this shit go down
'cause before I go down I'm a show these niggas how to clown
You got yo strap I got my shit
So what ya wanna do I'm bout to bring some drama to you
Now how do it feel to feal the steel of a real ass nigga
I know that you slipped because I'm bangin' and bangin'
At yo ass with the motherfuckin' hollow tip
I told you once before I got nuts I got heart and
Ammunition I'm a real ass nigga
Straight out tha gutta
Chorus: {2x}
Verse three: {tec-9}
Everyday there's a murder case in my hood
And them gangsters I grew up
Still up to no good my nigga lyin' on the ground
All shot up and everybody no the motherfucka who did him up
Nigga da nigga da nigga uhh uhh watch yo back
'cause I'm packin' the gat but ain't nobody sayin' a
Damn thing and I don't feel a nigga so
I'm lettin' my fuckin' nuts hang
Machine gun, three eighty, ak, glock forty-five
With all that ammunition how the fuck you gonna stay alive!
I take out yo clip because shit gettin' deeper
I predict the future when I see ya I'm a kill ya
'cause once live a nigga who tested my nuts
Yeah he's a sucker, because I clipped out
And shot the motherfucker it goes on and on
In the heart of the gutta
Smokin' blunt after blunt we gettin'
High as a motherfucka
I was a villain since my day of birth
Yeah, I got popped with a pump but it didn't hurt
My big brother told me wrong he didn't teach me right
'cause everyday I went to school I got into a fight
I ain't with that shit because it's really wasn't about that shit
Yeah, but I never let me guard down ya heard me
Verse one: {lil' ya}
Goin' for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro.
Called yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped tec off infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring's
And yo boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, boo-koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome
Chorus:
It's best ya scram 'cause I'm a champion
I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hoodand my nose dirty
{2x}
Verse two: {tec-9}
We be dumpin' on corner's like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic m-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got? could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do 'cause
I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch!
Third verse: {yella boy}
I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the ca¡ìh in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya bitch!
[Chorus: Ms. Tee]
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga's bring yo gat
[x2]
[B.G.]
I'm runnin' from the police they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that underground
Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and Amide in my fuckin' hand
B.G. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred
Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free
Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die
When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the Local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that where I'm from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my dick try'na take me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit
Fuck tha police
[Mr. Ivan]
Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that Ticker Ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the Luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the F.B.I. and yes I'ma do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did
Motherfucker drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can fuck with me
[Chorus]
[Ms. Tee]
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
Cuz I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my weight over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why I never let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we need 'em
They take so long to come uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police
[Black Jack]
Project life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
Cuz the Tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' Po-Pos
You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy Jack-o
That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police
[Lil' Slim]
Zero, zero, nine one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come
Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers
Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge
Cuz I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'
Cuz they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the North cuz that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang
Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny
Chorus: {ms. tee}
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga's bring yo gat
{2x}
{b.g.}
I'm runnin' from the police they after me
I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
Try'na strap me in that underground
Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man
Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand
B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred
Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free
Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die
When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0
But ain't no days like that where I'm from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
On my dick try'na take me down underground
Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
They won't quit they just won't quick
They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit
Fuck tha police
{mr. ivan}
Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what'cha said 'cause ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the luger 'cause he crooked and wanna do me
But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff
I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did
Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me
Chorus
{ms. tee}
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause nobody knows
I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
'cause I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer
Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut
Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
One will and have my weight over my shoulder
Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
That's why I never let them motherfuckers around
So check it, when we need 'em
They take so long to come uhh and
The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police
{blackjack}
Project life, with the rat and the roaches
Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'
But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes
Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos
You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o
That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace
Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police
{lil' slim}
Zero, zero, nine one one
Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come
'cause uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers
Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father
I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise
The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge
'cause I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block
These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's
Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'
'cause they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut
The quicker to break 'em up, 'cause a nigga straight money struck
Bailin' from the north 'cause that's my thang
The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang
Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed
I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny
Verse one: {lil' ya}
I can never run out of bitches to right about it
My forget they name but I got game
That's how I get them out
I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin' out the melph by herself
She's a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph
I introduced myself it's the capital ya
Ok? she asked me what I like to drink
I told her alaza and by the way
You need to pick up some of that foolishness
It makes me hard, when I start I don't want to quit
Man I punched this hoe, I wore the pussy out and
Before I left, best believe I got them out
I told you I'm a gangster and I just
Don't quit so I'm a talk some mroe shit bout
Another bitch I got partna out the three we call
Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin' the same
Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch
Who liked the sex, she was down for havin' sex
But I was in it for her checks
She lived near the nell, I told the bitch to give me some mail
She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her
Now, yella boy you my nigga I know you don't trip
But after the chorus won't ya brag for a bitch
Chorus: {lil' ya}
Lil' ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch
But we lookin' for them bitches with them
Real big butts
{2x}
Second verse: {yella boy}
My story starts about my baby mama
Mother fuck ya, I wish I never met ya
Keep my name off ya, bam-mouse!
I can shake it, 'cause I caught ya loose
I'm sick of tired of the right's to left's and
The uppercuts I had to throw
Now I'm goin' solo hoe
Ya see, I want a popper from the south
So she work her mouth, plus my long dick
Make her scream and shout
Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce
Stroke it up at the teli or at my house
I like to tear them hoes up when I'm full of
That dope, servin' up with the dick down they throat
Like scope, I'm come through like a gun at the head
Hold the noise, let's get busy fuck the jeep check
I'm down with dackaree go down the pussy
Dizzy, now tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy
Break it off for the record let my boy's hit it
Fuck a nice, I want a real freaky bitch
'cause I'm a gee runnin' game catch the m o four
To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe
Pussy weigh uptown 'cause I'm a clown
Turnin' you bitches smile into a frown
Undercover freak I brought ya self-sex out
Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe
I want the whole nine yard's plus yo heart hoe
I want ya to back the fuck up
Take a step back hoe
It's the fella with the chuck's
Comin' to rip wrap up them bitches
On the floor with the hoe bro
You see me in the mall spendin' what the fuck I want hoe
All xl polo's with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds
Chorus: {2x}
Third verse: {tec-9}
From the nine-five to the nine-six
I switched around my life
Last night I fucked kangol's wife
It's like over and over
We twerk it on up
Got to keep my eye's on these bitches
Out for my riches
They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin'
Them dirty hoes
Tec-9 what ya like? I like a pretty little bitch
Tec-9 what ya like? I like a fine ass bitch
Tec-9 what ya like? well as a matter of fact I like a bitch
Who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
My bitches is trippin' , got a mind full of silly games
It's such a shame I had to diss the hoe
Now I'll be solo now picture me
Pimpin' a flock of hoes got 'em workin' on the streets
And I'm at home gettin' my dicked sucked up
Under the sheets I stroke the pussy
To left I stroke the pussy to the right
Hot blowed, I'm releasin'' down yo throat
It's four thirty in the mornin' got to make it home
Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone
It's the same rotation as I apply the penetration
To yo body, I'm smokin' I'm fatty the moment is right
You call me daddy, it's like over and over
You twerk it on up but we lookin' for
Them bitches with the real big butts
Now the sweat from your forehead is
Drippin' in my chest no fakin' no more
Because you know you dealin' with the best
You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin'
You try'na find a way to straight trap me
Verse one: {lil' slim}
Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything
Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and
Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin' brew on the curve
For my hommies my nerve
They gettin' popped with the gat so I guess they got served
Now slippin' in the hood is a no no thing
Now way back in the game they used to slang and hang
So let's forget that past I can't dwell on old days
If you show a brother weakness you bond to get sprayed
Stuck in the hood front me dope I wish you would
My hommies showed me love so I know it's all good
Back and forth to the bank no I ain't gon hurt
I rather struggle with my hommies in the hood and
Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the n.o. streets
If you can't play the game you can't compete
With the hustlers and the hoodlums that packin' the gats
You got to walk the set and be fully strapped
The drug dealers steady makin' the ends
My nigga got popped doin' time in the pin a
Mac ten is a man's best friend
When I blast that ass another killin' again
But look here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time
Gettin' lok the lower my game is to
Smoke or to get smoked
I'm still lil' slim no I ain't gone change
I'm showin' love to my hood plus I'm true to the game
Verse two: {pimp daddy}
Throw up a peace to my niggas when I walk in the club
Givin' dap to my boys because I got much love
My hug a few gee's that I knew from the game
'cause I'm a ghetto ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed
I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects
I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black
'cause I'm tired of seein' you motherfuckers face down
Six feet deep, yeah or either locked down
So I got to give it up to my niggas
Who got me off the streets and took my finger off the trigger
You made my mother proud of me that's why I got to give it up
You turned my life around that's why I got much love
Verse three: {lady kk}
I got love for them hoes who don't like me
Talk behind my back and said that shit about me
But I'm the type of girl that has to get mine
Strap to dress with my killer platted nine
I hear people say love one another
That's why I give love to the ca§h money brothers
Verse four: {mr. ivan}
Early in my time I used to be the nigga
The gangsta a lunatic killer and a
Cocaine slanger
I'm givin' a lot of love to my niggas that are dead
Like my nigga the mac totter doin' life up in the pin
Sometime I feel the need to bust caps at the cops
Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop
Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast
Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that ass with
My hockey mask doin' it real smooth
Movin' quater keys at speed
Givin' them motherfuckers what they want
I'm givin' 'em what they need dick
The dope game was gettin' played to the left
I had to do somethin' because there wasn't to much time left
I went to robbin' car jackin' kidnappin'
I snatched a few plates motherfucka I was always packin'
I'm gettin' to old for this delinquent ass shit
It took some o pp to get me straight
So I'm able to get them niggas at ca§h money
Gave me chance to redeem myself
Slangin' dope lyrics doin' shows makin' a lot of wealth
Baby and slim I'm givin' love to them niggas
Showed me the right direction and pull me from
Behind the trigger comin' strong up on that ass man
Cotton killer so I'm bangin' a lot of cash chea!
In the studio me and my niggas lite a dub
'cause niggas from the nine ca§h money
Givin' much love
Verse five: {pxmxwx}
I'm givin' much love for them niggas in the crew
If you don't like that then nigga fuck you
I got it goin' on with that five eight "o"
Much love much respect now let me flow
Niggas be talkin' bullshit playin' with that hoe shit
Touch a nut pull a gat 'cause I'm a pull some more shit
Say what, here I come again the same o'l nigga
Drinkin' gin and smokin' stiffs again
When ya weak ya beat I thought you knew fool
Seen you at my show and you want to test my cool
I think you want to be like me damn it feels good bein' a
Bi to the g let me tell you since you try'na stay above
No matter what you do nigga I get's much love
Verse six: {yella boy}
In the hood it stays the same I could
Never me lame to the game
Yes it's off the hook I'm more mature I'm a man
Reminisce all the time back in the days we had some fun
Bitches all up in my shit try'na catch my fuckin' cum
Boo-koo hot rods on my daisy we used to blow and hit the pool
Pussy like another 'j" (I got yo lighter)
But it's cool , you know we down for one and one for all
You know we stay mobbed up (they said you tried to test my nuts)
Or your bond to get fuck up
Send a shout out to my fans
Y'all keep on kickin' that fuckin' dance
Like I said before won't ya take another chance
My boys they got my back we tighter then a pair of gloves
Best believe my mind's at age because I know I got much love
Verse seven: {lady kk}
My boy tec, yes he got much love
My nigga mannie, yes he got much love
Suga slim, I know you got much love
My boy baby, I know you got much love
Ya fat, I know you got much love
Lil' slim, I know you got much love
Verse 1:
It aint ove yall i got some shit on my chest these niggas bittin beats given me
reasons to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them
clowns up 3rd wall stockem' we gon dragem' threw the fuckin river shit is
realer than it ever been, them suckas playin knowin how the U spin the benz,
and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya crib kill ya kids and
ya momma too, then find you and make you pay for what you done mah dogg, dirty
dirty gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off, i smoked a marbol to try to keep
myself stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, capable to take
another one out, loose lips sank ships shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima
ride out after i kill and destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass
Yellow Boy
Chorus:(chorus 2x)
You can copy all you want
you can ever try to sing it
but none of yal niggas can bring it like we bring it
this aint no remake or sella we the real machoy
this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy
Verse 2:
Big tight wit mah group and i'm makin them guns ring masked up dressed in black
and i'm throwin them things, kept it blowin on tha top 4 for about 4 years but
now you niggas gots to pay dealers no more tears, yeah tha rumor done got out
UNLV comein agian, motha fucka that means nobody's ?????
take a blow to the group we troups we neva die, i told yall mother fuckers time
after time, we uptown niggas livin violent violent nowi'm ride for tha skae of
just ridin, the hood mackin flexs hit tha block and i'll be hidin revenge to
what yall did to one of mah friends, i got my money right nah we can go to war
spend the benz all that yappin but i'lll get loaded agian don't make me shoot a
bad in go to cave ya bitches chest in how i'm a ride out afta i kill and
destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy, called shots like
i did blood gocked...
(chorus 2x)
Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full tint leave a note around
his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the liquor store
cocked a 4 kick tha door he screemed like a hoe yall don't shoot me nomore, FA
SHO, ya better be lookin for some bullet proof headgear fuck tha dumb shit i'm
takin dome shots this year knock ya down like they did st. thomas leave bitches
in shock and niggas hit tha wall
I hide behind the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man
rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put that evil on mah
mind while i wait to buck this nigga with this 9 so stop cryin which one of you
motha fuckas got the nuts to run up on us its like a bonuswhen i get to use tha
mack 90 get real grindy scadadle to the west so you can't find me i can motha
fucka doin 90
I got these niggas hostage bite and gotta stop bitch eerthing we make you
bitch's jock and try to copy it ride on out i don't want no motha fuckin dap
now who killed mah boy yella aka fella hard head rapper crushin ya bone i be
eager to kill a nigga dumb his body in the river on tha reala boy i'm a
familiar garilla yall know i'm still standin thuggin huffin and puffin you
niggas thuggin tha hood mack flex and hit tha block and start tha bustin
( 3 gun shots)
(yella):
Now everybody's talkin' about they run it and that war shit,
But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit,
Brace yourself, protect y'allself,
'cause i'ma take a journey to that three and i'ma start in the melph
Chorus (unlv):
From the mac to the melph to the calio....
I carry six guns, three eighties and k's, glock forty-fives,
From the mac to the melph to the calio...
I'ma shoot'cha in your head, makin' sure your dead
First verse (tec-9):
Now as I raise up, it is a must I put my chrome k up,
Straight playa from uptown, where everything goes down,
From up in the skinny smokin' puff, you feel I'm bustin',
Twelve years strong in the melphanine,
Nothin' but a juvey growin' up around dopefiends,
I remember when we all used to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the g from that old school,
As I got older, the old school seemed cool,
But back then you didn't need to pack no grip,
If you ain't got no strap, then you just got that ass whipped,
And it was cool with the mac and the calliope,
They came together and controlled nothin' but the dope,
This shit is real, I ain't gone bullshit at all bro,
The real story about the mac, melph, and calio
Chorus
Second verse (lil' ya):
Now I'm headed to the muthafuckin' mac,
Stop at the black gate so I could get a fat sack,
Roll up a swisher now it's time to get blowed,
Creepin' round the mac peepin' out them dog ho's,
Saw my nigga slim, in a torry bumpin' ivan,
Got them tinted windows so them hoes don't see who drivin',
With a loaded uzi, tec-9, ak, I'm packin' down more,
Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle,
Picked up my dope out the mac,
That's when I headed down to the fiend,
Tryin' to get to the melphenine,
'cause in the melph there's a hoe that I gotta see,
Shout real fine, and plus I heard she likes a "g",
Met her creeped back there, and you know I fucked the hoe,
I fucked her so good, she gave me more to score,
Now my pockets are full, I got my gat,
I'm headed to the calliope where the fuckin' dope at,
Saw my nigga levi, with a nitro wearin' levis,
We chillin' in a coke, smokin' blunts, gettin' high,
Five-oh pulled up, and at once I started to stash,
I had to break because I had the automatic,
I had to break to my shop, so I could sell all my dope,
I'm at the end of my journey, from the mac, melph, calio
Chorus
Third verse (? ? ? ? +? ? ? ? ):
(? ? ? ? )
Alright, they got a lot of my fuckin' homies, best believe they bout that
Drama,
Shit, packin' them lugers and k's, ready to carry all my gangsta hits,
People are sayin' this, and people are sayin' that,
But I'm the nigga that's out the third and best believe I bring my gat,
I got psycho, up, lead and you heard I'm bout to pluck,
Broad, came to here and all in the studio they got pumped,
Don't try to trap me nigga 'cause you know my heart is bigger,
I'm bound to pop 'em up, and you know we bring them triggers,
Rock and roll 'em up and best believe we pullin' shit,
Say you hard but I just don't feel because that third we never quit,
Just bounce 'em back and feel 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay,
Just bring back your head 'cause you've made your major play,
Now why you causin' gangsta shit? if you know you ain't bout no drama,
Your daddy probably a coward, bitch go bow to your fuckin' mama
(? ? ? ? )
Now I done came up, and become a true soldier,
Kickin' it with this new bitch in the wild magnolia,
Soon to be a soldier, soon as I get straight,
I'm sowin' nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate,
And it's the fire provider til' I get back to mac,
Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black,
Gettin' it with my nigga, soon as night fall we all got,
Money to make,
So we makin' it shake,
Movin' all night flights just to keep everythang,
But I'm short on the game in the funny style,
Start fuckin' around, with a juvenile,
You see the bitch was tryin' to sink a nigga, g,
Talkin' all my business in the muthafuckin' streets,
She said, "what more do I got",
That bitch be naggin' a lot,
And what she failed to realize, is it's your own house,
And you don't have to tell a nigga what to do,
Gimme my shit, because you know that I'm leavin' you,
I got myself another connection in the calliope,
These bitches strung out here, I gotta sell my dope,
And they are good and watch my back,
Because they see me ballin',
But rather see a nigga fallin',
And I got raps like that, from the snaps of the gat,
And if you touch'em I'm gone have to buck you down,
You stupid clown,
Momma should have told ya,
Never fuck around with a uptown soldier
Chorus
Fourth verse (yella):
Deep in the nineties and you know we gotta play it raw,
Jump in the ride, and voodoo tense you know we rep it so,
Say why you walkin' you too cute I know you got a car,
She say I wish and you too cute now where you goin',
They call me yella and what's your name, she say they call me twin,
She started to grin I said get in and started a sharp spin,
Went to my house before I knew it I was fuckin' this hoe,
The skin is loose I'm hearin' $lu somebody's at the door,
And it's that nigga who's pussy whipped and kinda out of control,
I didn't have my shit, I hit the floor I ran and drove this hoe,
He with his friend, shout throughout my house "say twin",
I left my car, stretched out the back and now you caught slippin',
About a mile from the rip of the calliope,
I say that now, buck 'em down,
"say up now yo!"
I kick it to him, he say "what I'm down I got a mac",
As a matter of fact let's hit the mac now where the braids at?
I said I need to help the girl,
He said "what's up, what's happenin'? ",
I say "you strapped? ", he said "fa sho, I'm always bout that action",
And he went because he's juvey yes just like myself,
Talkin' bout lil' yo-yo cruise the scene because he's out the melph,
Back to the scene, open the ridge, yeah he cost a broad,
He leaves the scene reppin' it down reppin' for his ward,
We hit the light and started bangin'killed the hoe,
Just for two mills,
One they killed, yo I think it was a set-up
(unlv)
Chorus: {lil' ya & yella boy}
I got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Nigga, I got a head but ain't no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Verse one: {lil' ya}
In the beginning' I was fuckin' with that gin
Wasn't smokin' no weed, wasn't even hangin'
With my friend's shit got bad
Started whippin' nigga's ass
Doin' flight's ever night wasn't even
Takin' bath's uhh, my boy's knew somethin' was wrong
'cause everytime they see me slippin'
They would tell me
{ hey dog what's wrong? }
So I would scat and go listen to that
Fuckin' slu, full of that gin wonderin'
What the fuck to do, half of the time
I would hang on the corner,
Buy a pack of kool's, get a bitch then I bone her
Go home and wash my dick and switch up my dickie fit
It had to be black 'cause I totted a gat
I'm doin' thing's out the ordinary
That shit was very scary
I was trippin' I was straight slippin'
Chorus
Verse two: {lil' ya}
Now my mind is fucked up and I can't think
Left that gin and juice alone
Got's myself a new drank
Started fuckin' with that clip, it took me on
Another extra strip, I had no fam plus it covered up
The tear's that I had inside when my mama died
But I'm a man, and I'm real so I'm gone survive
I had a nine to five but I didn't need it
My record's sell's well
So why should I be greedy
So fuck it I'm a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clip, fuck a bitch, a watch her scream
I'm goin' crazy and I don't know what the fuck I'm facin'
At central park I'm considered a mental patient
I'm picturin' bitches in my mind, I'm bout to scheme
When I start fuckin' they try to stick me with anazeyme
Tellin' me I needed to calm my nerves,
But all the while all I needed was some fire herb
You heard the wzord lil' ya done got straight served man
I was chillin' people said I robbed pat swillen
Chorus
Verse three: {lil' ya}
Ninety day's done passed and all my charge got dropped
Collected all my commissary and I'm back to my block
{now the scenery lookin' diffrent to me}
No more car's, no more girl's, I'm in a diffrent world
Facin' reality I got to start again
Like I said, can't fuck around with no friend's
Like shawn kemp, I 360 turned my life around
Went through a stage some people call it a mentally phase
Chorus: {2x}
{yella boy}
Say ya brah, who the fuck is the president
{lil' ya}
Man, I'm the muthafuckin' president
Fuck michael gordon
Fuck the pink slip you used to emit me with
Fuck the doctor's who told me I wasn't gonna get better
Fuck the nurses, I used to fuck on the third floor at charity
Bitch I was contra up there ya heard me
And last but not least fuck everybody that call me crazy
'cause, if you fuck around and hang with me
Bitch you gonna be crazy to
Now black, get my straight jacket and
[yella]
You fake cheerleadin' bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware, ha?
I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you
[tec-9]
Take them braids out his head yella
[chorus-yella & tec-9]
I'ma drag him from tha river dump his body in chuck's yard
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' bad ass yella boy
Oooooh he wants some? ain't that cold?
You a hoe mystikal
You a hoe mystikal
See I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fuck
And I know you thought I wouldn't be back but you can't keep me down
Don't forget about the u and the cash money clowns
[1st verse-yella]
I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fuck, for the record
Once again it's mystikal with the chuck's
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a viper
Get in so much war I think I straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you bitch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe ass people hoe don't run I'll kill mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down i'ma do ya
Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser
[chorus]
[2nd verse-yella]
I be the jack of all trades don't make me splizit, your fuckin' head
The queen I mean the king , I mean he learned many trades
Comin' to get'cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now what'cha wanna do? my nuts you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Told em you better scaddattle
You ain't bout no b-1 doctor show, don't make me bust you up
Braids that'll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo
[chorus]
[3rd verse-yella]
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me bitch, stop playin' with me
I'm like the b.g.'z I'm gat totin'
By this time it's the bulldog barrel smokin'
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya ass apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
That's what I do up on that ass ya bitch I'm not an actor
I'm comin' dumpin' on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the bloody tragedy
I got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo 'cause I don't care
Fuck what you sayin' about beware
I'm tired of tellin' you that I'm a donkey nigga,
Stop playin'
[chorus]
[4th verse-yella]
I'm in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able? capable? all of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, I had to pop em
I top em all and respect is what I need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your ass bleed
I'ma drop this pussy with the braids off see
I'ma dump his body in chuck's yard, unlv
I told this mr. cheerleader not to fuck with me
I told ya to keep my fuckin' name out ya fuckin' mouth
You didn't do it now it's time to take your ass out
[chorus]
[5th verse-yella]
I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because I'm in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I'm into chuck's house, deliverin' the bad luck
As I spin the bin with speed, it's too late to duck
I'm like jim harbaugh, puffin' on a hot marlboro
I'm strictly with that asshole and comin' to down ya far
Why did I ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I caught my enemies slippin' gettin' groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As archie bunker, comfortable? you bitch you
You see I walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I got's to hang a 45 and a ap-9 too
Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?
Do I need the strap?
Will somebody give me a extra clip?
Cuz I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a split
I'm a get my point across cuz I'm the boss
Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the Black Connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate
And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad because yo tot your 'K' from the city
Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga
Chorus: {Tec-9/Yella Boy/Lil' Ya}
Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the third U. N. L. V. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the U-Haul
Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
Slickie Grease I got yo draws down
I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown
No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I keep my heat
Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks
I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
Then I vanish hangin' with the Spanish
I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you
I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' with the Yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once again
Chorus: {2x}
Verse Three:{Tec-9}
Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
No matter the weather I be ridin' around with
That four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So catch the cut
Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
Get ready for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action daddy ok today
I take a ride with my AK
Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
And told the cops my chillin' spot
Where I hang at my Reservation
Jeopardizin' my probation
But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
If it means I have to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' there selves (Where you at Tec-9)
I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' Meplh
Now let's elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga Keith
Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
Waitin' for me to go down
Player hater's are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down I can't fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I would love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the First man
Chorus: {2x}
{tec-9}
Well i'ma do it like this, I'm obligated to bust rap's and peel cap's
For snap's in order for me to let go my flow I gained from my
Nigero say five or six year's ago so know ya got's to break
All the bigger nigga's, now as I rome through my closet
I'm comin' up on a bag of trick's I look inside to see what I can come up wit
I found some shit I got a k, as my glock, I'm the nigga that's in my hood
That can't be stopped, the older lady's they fear me
The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me
I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove
Doin' a job, now I rub a dub, in the tub
Now I'm clean ready to pull another capper
Hold up my face is on the front of the paper
Now they got's me on the run, and I'm runnin' to they catch us
I'm talkin' bout myself, and my murderous murder weapon
Down to the end till it's over, give me the last shot
Totally out of control, but what the fuck I'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em black, beat that buster broke and
I tell 'em I'm comin' back, this is not the life a player choose
But I get's down nigga for my fuckin' snap's
Nigga's watch y'all back, because ya know I'm on a come up move
Chorus: {magnolia slim}
Nigga's gettin' fuck, nigga's gettin' stuck
It's all I know bout comin' up
Chorus: {tec-9}
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up move
{3x}
{lil' ya}
Bitch I thought'cha knew I'm from that 1-2-3
From that nolia, still a soldier down with u.n.l.v.
Packin' steel, I'm fa'real ain't no fakin'
I'm in this business for this green, that's what I'm makin'
Got in to it with a nigga, I had to tot my gun
'cause in the ninety's if you slip, you will get done
So let me take ya on a fuckin' capper
Hooked up with mag. slim we bout to make some paper
Called my nigga tec, he must be with yella chillin'
Writin' some rhymes, or bout to do a killin'
But fuck that, money's on my mind, I'm bout to buck
Slipped on the black mask, and I didn't give a fuck
I'm stuck, robbed a nigga out two ki's
B-32 it's up, I was loaded off that sess and I was drinkin' pluck
Now I'm on a come up, I'm strugglin' I'm strivin'
Got to watch my back for them nigga's who be robbin'
I went on a spree, robbed a nigga for a "g" added to my fuckin' product
I'm scored my own ki, rollin' in my camry, listenin' to that tec groove and
I'm strapped, because a nigga on the come up move
Chorus
{yella boy}
In other word's I'm stuck like chuck so you know I got's to buck shit
It's bad in my hood, plus I'm down on my luck
The devil loose, it's shiverin' in a nigga blood if I listen
I'm a end, and show no fear, must run to my momma, 'cause I need money fast
'cause without money, you can't live, you can't last
I heard some new clown across town was runnin' shop
Anything ya need, they got, so i'ma bout to plot
Now all I need is some power from a big gun
Now want's I start, I won't finish till they all done
Two hour's a day I scoped the scene and them boy's packin'
Well they just don't know, they better get ready for a nasty jackin'
I'm down now, not for long I'm from the old school
A small point to these fool's, I got to prove
The game is cold you own yo own is these fuckin' street's
So on my own, i'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, I'm a come up mvoe
Chorus {2x}
{magnolia slim}
Y'all done slipped, lettin' me know where ya hang at
Picture this, now when I come bangin' I know where to bang at
Where my thang at, because these nigga's ya got me pissed 'cause
Nigga's be comin' bangin' and missed them nigga's don't hit shit
On the up, fuck that's bad luck
When you go around nigga set, bangin' mister nigga
You was suppose to pluck, stuck got to watch yo back
'cause that monkey all on it, catch ya loose and paranoid
Now them people got ya worried, I handle my business
Full of that fire, don't give me no prayer, don't give me no dare ya
Bitch i'ma go in that well, you know what I mean that other level
Passed the shovel, then i'ma go dig is hole so he can go meet the devil
I'm done several that, daryl this, daryl that
Put that boy head on a plaque, people rat so I scat's and find's
One of my hoes house to chill by, one that I live by and
One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by ya who up by the corner
Told ya, that's where I wanna so long a nigga a boner
Ya think I didn't all the time I beat that ass down
Now I'm in another town, nothin' like uptown
So while I'm layin' big bad by a hoe
You know some o'l jinglin' nigga bust through the door
I grab my gun
{talking}
I'm sick of it
Me to
Stop playin'
This here is for the
Tan shade man with the braid's
Stop playin' with me
I'm sick of it
Fake punk wanna be
Flip on this nine millmeter clip
{verse one: {yella boy}
Now you know this not some sunburst drink's
I'm so deaf then the def. comedy jam
Open that clip, now clip up like I'm firm
I'm a super duper rap rapper
Steady makin' snappers
Hand's clapper, nigga my chopper got'cha
I'm on the first floor emergency
Bury me, mister I'm sick, I'm jump for joy
But quickly, in my disguise to finish the j-o-b
Ya see, I'm back on track, can ya get with that?
No, you's a hoe, you's a hoe mystikal!
I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my soldiers I mean shoes
I mentally retaliate, ya think ya slick
You not gonna bounce, you not gonna bow
Hoe you on my dick, but umm
I like the way you scream yelllla!
'cause, you be sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
I tried to shoot you in yo head, I wanted to see some
Bloody bread, somebody in the crowd said
Girl, that boy dead fuck him!
He was a cheerleader anyway
You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay
'cause you could break yo self but you can't break me
'cause I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with u.n.l.v.
With the flow umm, flower, you know what
>from the floor up, with the dirt rapper
I'm the dirty rap master, I'm comin' to chop ya!
With my knock you out style, that I practice
Like gymnastics', I'm a fantastic static phonetic
I'm out the attic, with the all black jacket
Bringin' much racket, snatch ya fagot
Worse then that standin' there I say
Hoe stop playin' with me!
'cause
Chorus:
We here stop him in his track's
Show him that I'm ruthless
Boom, get chopped!
We here to stop him in his track's
Got to get my motherfuckin' name
Boom get chopped!
{2x}
Verse two: { lil' ya}
How could bitches fuck with
Million dollar nigga's how ya figure?
It's all good for you to stroll through my hood
V.l. throw suspicious rock's at yo shit and
If they had k's they spray and leave you
Dead as a bitch! what type of nigga want's
To walk around here in braid's
What happened to the chuck's, levi's and the fad's
Swish blade in my pocket, when I see ya I'm a cut yo hair
No matter where, it's ugly you don't want to see
The capital y-a get into yo shit nigga dick sucker!
Whoa flippin' motherfucker michael jackson pretendin'
You read for vision go suck a dick nigga
Reach around the whole third hit that ass
Picture me and you in a two man cell
You washin' nigga's draw's takin' my
Dick leanin' on the wall now mystikal you bitch you
Remember when you said you wasn't gonna bow
You disrespected the "u"
Chorus:{2x}
Third verse: {tec-9}
Criminal minded you been defined
As the fakest motherfucker in the down south area
I think your goin' through a phaze
What made ya, turn around and talk shit
Your rhymes and you personally doesn't fit
Now wait a minute, remember that time
You got on soul train
You got the chance, and didn't even represent man
You faked the funk, actin' like a straight punk
Check it out, they thought you was like us
The motherfucker siked up
Turned around, had a fuckin' glitter glove
Now, can you tell me what the nigga here
Was thinkin' of?
I'm here to stop you in yo track's
The shit you do, be wack I'm fat
Shit's spittin' I done all ready stacked
Tellin' me that the nation wide
But you know, that I know,
You don't want the whole nation to know
You's a hoe! fuck the piece treaty
You started this, where's my all black clothes and
My all black beanie, I play it pinnately style
Leavin' ya gutless, leavin' ya buttless
We put together the bomb alarm
Half this shit you can't touch this,
You best's to stick to jumpin' around
Have the area first down, 'cause I'm the hound and
You the clown, now wipe the sweet from my neck
'cause you ain't nothin' but a bitch
First verse [kilo-g]:
Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters,
Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time bitch,
Optimals and fried pita and shit,
Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,
I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't trust they own crew,
But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew
Second verse [lil' ya]:
I wanna take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay,
Play with the bitches in havana and come back with the yay
Front all my niggas nothin' left but qb's,
Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's
The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres,
Plant all my weed, nigga what'cha need?
Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick,
I done drove to hammon and came back with some shit,
Call it yayo, and the other shit just call it brown,
Some fools lay it down, then act a clown,
Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes,
You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw,
I even got flip a dime for them rock stars,
I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this,
Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia,
You can't stop us, fuck them choppers,
We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done,
Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the mac,
And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack
Third verse [b.g.]:
Niggas in trouble 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger,
Stompin' like a savage I split yo muthafuckin' cabbage,
It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it,
Don't deny me nigga or your wig I'm gone have to split it,
My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come,
I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from,
I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid,
But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, nigga I get stupid
I get upset, I leave a nigga wet,
I left two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet,
If you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' hands on a cannon,
So i'ma open a nigga up like the grand canyon,
Niggas amazed, I hit the block with a.k's,
I spray, get out the block or get grazed, muthafucka
You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up nigga,
You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked nigga
I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is gettin' closer,
Baby gangsta comin' for a bitch,
Uptown's the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can find us,
Eatin' that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders,
Fourth verse [tec-9]:
I move much boyd to increase the leave,
You bitches can't fuck with me,
'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious,
Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one,
Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself,
Lookin' out for my niggas on the ramp and the melph,
Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger niggas
Sittin' on corners, pullin' triggers,
Now who's next to catch this reckless nigga out of order?
Lookin' for my next way to come up,
Nigga don't run up, you see how fast I throw my fuckin' gun up,
For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' this game,
That brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game,
Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season,
I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for southern reasons,
The heat is comin', it's comin' to get'cha,
I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha
Hold up, that three is only bout that paper,
If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout some capers,
I take a ride straight philip & clara,
See nothin' but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros,
And I be fuckin' with the rico suave,
Now why they, wanna playa hate on me?
'cause I'm nothin' but a g,
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up,
Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up,
You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver
Fifth verse [ms. tee]
I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and killed,
I want niggas and niggas and niggas to be real,
I got a shop, and we stay in good health,
So nigga keep your business to your fuckin' self,
Fuck a dopeman's bit, fuck that dumb shit,
I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope,
So keep that shit from round my child,
If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild
And I'm gonna go crazy,
Because this nigga gone have us pushin' up daisies,
So nigga keep it fuckin' real,
That's why half of you muthafuckas always gettin' killed,
All you care about is your kilo's and your hoes,
And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos,
Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' nigga, and ain't hittin' on shit,
That's why I got your ass in insurance bitch
Sixth verse [yella]:
I pulls up in my newly,
Painted blue 'nee
Completely out of my own mind,
Determined, to be a legend in my own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
Eyes closed, so I flee to my destiny,
Collectin' cheese on his head which is twenty g's,
See, I takes have and invests in some coke,
I flip the sack just twice, hit the money then I go and choke,
I'm on a come up, still comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin',
Niggas down with that frontin'
Or that's the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block,
I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe ass niggas vanish,
If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your fuckin' cabbage,
Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump,
I'm comin' twerkin' with the fat fully automatic
Dont' panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas,
The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools,
I call a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped,
I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks,
Like c-loc, I will, split yo ass up for real,
Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your ass never rests,
Watch them clockers bitch I'm due at any given time,
I'm a dog behind the fetty, so somebody's dyin',
Family's cryin', I don't give a fuck,
'cause have a conscience,
Dump your body between homer and hammon,
Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the price is right,
So won't you come on down?
And meet this clown with over a hundred rounds,
First verse:
{tec-9}
Ah shit now I'm kind of in a fit
Them suckers locked me up now they treat me like a bitch
I don't have no remorse for all the crimes that I did
But still doesn't mean you have to treat me like a pig
I'm standin' on my own I got to make it in that world
I'm havin' thoughts of another nigga peepin' down on my girl
Well anyway that's why I'm in this bitch tryin' please a bitch
Pullin' all capers to get the bitch hair fixed
You tellin' me I'm crazy but love is a motherfucker
Couldn't find a job I turned to sellin' cluckers
Makin' bank buyin' cars all that flashy ass shit
Now a days that's the only way a man can keep a bitch
You tellin' me you love why the fuck I'm out of smokes
It wasn't all that when I was up to sellin' dope
Puttin' clothes on yo back thinkin' you was all that
Now that I'm facin' time you dropped me like a bad habit
Funny how a bitch can use a nigga for his ends
An ride around town in my car with her friends
She tellin' me that she love me and tellin' me she legit
But tec is here to tell you a bitch ain't shit
Chorus:
Now these is for the hoes I can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
She play you for your ends and
Spend it up with her friends
I'm here to tell you
Second verse:
{lil' ya}
Well my situation is kind of strange
I was fuckin' the bitches an breakin' the hoes
Because I got game but when I made me
A mutherfuckin' song same hit hoes jock me
'cause they know I got it goin' on
They started playin' the role that I used to play
Buy me some tents fuck me good then I'm on my way
But they can't get jack
Bitch I ain't with you
You can suck my dick and step the fuck back
'cause lil' ya is the same o'l nigga trick
I got to get into yo pockets so I can make mine bigger bitch
You can try to run game and make me think your my fuckin' queen
But I'm a treat you with this dick like halloween
Ya try to play me out but you played me to close
The only thing you got left is this dick down yo throat hoe
Bitches just today ain't shit you got to treat 'em bad
To make the stupid hoes legit so get yo mind right
And wind up nigga ya givin' her all yo time and money
Bitch is gonna leave ya now fela's don't play ya self
Like a trick 'cause ya's here to tell you
That a bitch ain't shit
Chorus:
Now these is for the hoes I can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
Don't be a fuckin' dummy because she play
You for your money fool
I'm here to tell you
Third verse:
{yella boy}
Now I never ever got the fuckin' attention
That I thought I should have had
Hoes are playin' me to the left
Ain't that cold ain't that sad
Might not hang out with fela's or might not
Hang out just as late
But you make my fuckin' day
If I can take you out on a date
When I called you smiled you used to say
A nigga was cute when a nigga needed a ride
You never ever stopped to scoop
You claim you changed my diapers and you
Knew me since birth I rather smoke weed
And gee you ass to the hearst
I asked you for your number 'cause I thought you would chill
But you looked me up and down like I was poppin' boo-koo pills
Size don't matter because a nigga can be gay
Way back in the pin a gangster couldn't get no play
Real gangster gangster pictures used to blow my high
Takin' a hit started guessin' but quiet as I crep
Just imagine a player wish a hoe would get with this
Givin' me faces winked her eye and blew me a kiss
Some said that I was young some said I was dumb
I was very grown for my age my dick was still shootin' cum
But I must not be legit but like a fiend you got me sick
That's why I wrote this damn song because a
Bitch ain't shit
Chorus:
Now these is for the hoes I can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
She'll act like she's down but you'll
Find out in the end
I'm here to tell you
Forth verse:
{tec-9}
Money talks shit walks and I'll be out in a week
And it won't be long before I'm back up on my feet
An them stanky ass hoes who took everything
That I had is walkin' around that same neighborhood
Lookin' bad fuckin' anything that walk
Just to get a fuckin' hit I'm fiendin' for a nut
So you can suck up on my dick
I remember those times I kept your pockets fat
An if you was in trouble I was slangin' my gat
Bustin' heads cuttin' throats all that for that
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
First Verse
{Tec-9}
Chillin' on the set with the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin' that's how I got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' bleed to death
Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up
My nigga T got a forty and brought two cups
Lil' Ya is chillin' Yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone
And I'm chillin' on 6th and Baronne they call us
U.N.L.V. U.N.L.V. we comin straight out the
Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin'
Bout 6th and Baronne
Second Verse
{Lil' Ya}
I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and Baronne
With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na kill
I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' they hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again
Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place I call my mutherfuckin' home
Cuz I'm chillin' on 6th and Baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Third Verse
{Yella Boy}
Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is Yella Boy no not Sylvester Stallion
Born and raised in third because that's my home
There's not another gangster set like 6th and Baronne
Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin' up but I just don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash Money means ya got to stay legit
Throwin' paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch take her to Wall Street and make her bow
All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good
I'm down for a gangster strap can't you tell
I know a buildin' down with me of the Melph a Mene and Del a Rell
Tec-9, Lil' Ya me myself Yella Boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
(Why) Because I'm a gangster from 6th and Baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Forth Verse
{Tec-9}
Growin' up was hard but it all paid off well
I was only eleven when I started to sell
6th and Baronne was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because I'm servin' the block
Now I'm on the run I guess I got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know where I'm at
But I'm gonna make it hard for 'em because I'm packin' a gat
Now I never was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because I'm a nigga from 6th and Baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Fifth Verse
{Lil' Ya}
I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome
Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and Baronne
All the junkies gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin' Lincoln
Yes he strapped with a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin' with Moe
While Kerri on the floor doggin' doggin'
Doggin' a ho Chella's in the house chillin'
With Lamb while Ronda with Keisha
With them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut from Sue Tyra got a bitch
You know what to do Baby is on there other end
Stun'n on the pay phone and I'm chillin' on
6th and Baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Sixth Verse
{Yella Boy}
I got to watch my damn back
For the robbers and the gangsters
Like in the fuckin' pin I draw my knife
Then I shank ya because I know I got to handle that
Because some niggas try'na creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' cuz the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin'
Cuz a gangster out that third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
I'm takin' no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker cuz this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gee's
Just to be then nigga again because I'm makin' big bank
and packin' the chrome (why Yella) because I'm a gangster
From 6th and Baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Magnolia $limm talking:
What Up wit cha'll niggaz ha? I got 1of tha' most ruthless( and hoe I mean
deadly ya' see)
boyz u could know , wit one of tha youngest killaz of all tyme ya understand
My peopla'z Yella & my lil bratha'Lil' Doogie AKA Baby Gangsta !
Im' here 2 tell ya' bout dis pussy azz ,12th ward cheerleader name Mystikal
Yella Boy talking:
Or as we here out dat 3rd ward call'em Mysti-"HOE" boy!
$limm tell talk 2 em bout dis' Big Boy BITCH ! Ha-bruh........
Magnolia $limm 1st verse:
Imma do like ol'Yella say and drag u to da' river,
Ya'bitch what is u thinkin talk to me like u a killer "YOU A HOE"
Ya faggot weave wearin' holl'n bout "Hear I go"
When B.Geezy walked up to yo car and punched ya in ya throat.
Now you screemin when ya rappin', cocksucker gaurd cha' grill
Cuzzin' We bad on tha brown , Ya see how Michelle got killed..Knucca'Up !
B.G. 2nd verse:
Don't fuck around wit me, I'm from uptown I'll have U screamin "HELP"!
You come 'round half steppin' best believe U gone get delt
Mystikal you's a hoe - Its time I let U Know
My glock 45 got a boot camp foe U hoe
Uptown you bound 2 get yo wig split,I rep13 dats where I'm from U suck dick
Now dat's a shame U rappin just to get a name
You cant survive in dis game 'cause yall niggaz lame.
Yella Boy 3rd verse:
See I'm Yella Boy tha man and I reps it well
Bitch its gone be Cash Money to send ya strait to hell
Tick tock of the week hour, shit gettin sour,Imma kill U ya' fuckin coward
I gets down and dirty from that UPT, Mystikal ya' bitch U gone R-I-P
Baby tell me Yella go on wit cha' dogg azz
But Nolia $limm my witness whoodie, Dis Nigga N trouble.
B.G. talkin:
Dis a True Story nigga !!
I wanna holla at Baby and Suga Slim, DJ Mannie Fresh, and tha'whole
Cash Money Records family bitch foe tha '93 ya heard me?
How U luvin' dat one
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
First verse
{tec-9}
I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make yo self known and stop talkin' from an distance
I remember back to this round 1992
Some niggas called me up sayin' we startin' a group
Yeah I gave it a try but I was in it to win it
Them niggas started somethin' they could not finish
Now I got to move on so I signed with cash money
Now I got some niggas who want to look at me funny
But yo I ain't even gonna let them niggas step
If they start to rep I'm gonna rep mutherfucker
I got to set this shit straight now I'm on wax ya want to converse
But I ain't got nothin' to say since ya pissed me off
It's best to get yo monkey ass out of my fuckin' way
A lot of people dislike me but they don't understand
They the one's who really made me you can hate me forever
I'm makin' money from yo head you can take this bounce
To another level cash money is in effect if ya got a probelm
Mutherfucker it's yo self you got to check
I represent that fuckin' uptown
Through the circumstances and the difficulties in the rap game
Niggas be comin' with ho shit makin' it harder for next man
I'm takin' a stand mutherfuck the next nigga
Because ya got a plan with no heart
I'm only down with them niggas who was down with me from the
Very start ya sayin' this ya sayin' that
The actual fact ya only lookin' for a way out
So back up off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because tec-9 is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
Verse two
{lil' ya}
Damn why they fuckin' with an nigga
Ya not on the map but yet makin' yo name bigger
You and that ho shit you know you don't mean it
But if ya want some drama won't ya step to ya bitch
Ya talkin' bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
Put down yo guns and let's begin to fight
'cause I'm a gangster and ya know I'm true to the game
Test my nuts anyway to see if I'm lame
I got muscle comin' strong gee
Tellin' this o'l mark ass gangstas
To back up off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because lil' ya is in the clear
So watch yo back nigga 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
Third verse
{yella boy}
Now a days I'm comin' round but it's cool ya see
Still a ho ass mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
Ya better step correct because I'm gonna put yo ass in check
Comin' stompin' out the third you the "u" is in effect
Nigga I still thought niggas livin' violent kimo by by my side
If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
I'm tellin' you like this 'cause y'all niggas makin' me pissed
Ya fuckin' with the cash money ya gonna get yo damn head split
Jealous bitches here boo-koo jealous bitches there
My nigga lil' slim say shake yo ass up in a minute
Bitch I started off strong I bet ten that's how finish
What kind of nigga try'na go for his bitches be try'na stop me
All upset they need to find them some dick
But I'm gonna let the fuckin' pressure grow
Suckin' makin' me strong slippin' with that ho shit
Don't ya know I got pussy c'mon to me bitches on my
Dick and that is that b-32 and suga fingers keepin' things tight
That's an fact (yeah) I got the six and b mob by my side
So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin' drive by
Loadin' the gat's we got to be strapped packin' the gat's
Can't get trapped steppin' hos checkin' a nigga with my bozack
Why I got to keep on tellin' you not to battle me
When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
So bitch get off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because yella boy is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker 'cause I'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
The "u" is for uptown uptown
The "n" is for niggas niggas
The "l" is for livin' livin'
The "v" is for violent still fuckin' violent
The "u" is for uptown uptown
The "n" is for niggas niggas
The "l" is for livin' livin'
Verse one: {tec-9}
It all started in the streets at the age of ten
I started hangin' out late snatchin' purses with my friends
I went solo one day on st. charles you see
Lookin' for a white lady that was peepin' id
I see one in sight skin was white as a duck
She just don't fuckin' know I'm bout to show her boo-koo love
I'm bout to beat her up so I asked the hoe the time
She looked down and broke her crown she bent down
Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some
Gangster's whisper found slug and some coke
That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke
With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third
I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted quick down to fossil
So I slipped now I'm caught
Chorus: {yella boy}
Until I used to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date
I used to rap rap rap
Rap shit everyday now the name of
My rap is third ward court date
Verse two: {tec-9}
Three cops and I'm caught I can't believe
They got me locked down up in this place
My first offense and I caught myself a murder case
Parish prison blues gave me no time to choose
I either get myself a knifer or be taken by yo lifer
Shit my woman still sendin' me money
Thinkin' I'm a come back home
I like to think that way but evidence shown
Prints plus a murder weapon
I'm up shit creek watchin' for vanish on the proud
Got me losin' sleep I'm gettin' lots of letters
But I don't give a fuck I'm stuck like chuck and she
Wouldn't put the house up
Will I get probation?
Or will I get free? I'm facin' the court date
My destination is the three
Chorus: {yella boy}
{2x}
Verse three: {lil' ya}
Layin' in my cut thinkin' of a deaf rhyme
Got to make it short because I don't have a lot of time
I'm seein' old gee's from the past
Smart like a motherfucker I wonder how they last
Niggas had fades, and bushes and shit
Just like on the street the third was runnin' it
You couldn't step close to the blue
Like jefferson said ya fat I thought you knew?
Here again with the juror food for days that's what
The motherfucker kept I'm chillin' in lower nine
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ced on parole he's in the house with a boot in his mouth
Boot up back and make him knock it out
Gangster's on the phone talkin' to them hoes
Call sterol on the three and do a pere
'cause I'm a villain and I'm chillin'
It's six six three one
Verse four: {yella boy}
Up early in the mornin' time to catch the
White bangor the roof so we can
Put the heat in my back
I caught the first charge
The coke charge a
Gun charge to sittin' in the "u' stun'n
What the fuck am I gonna do
I'm chillin' in my jail cell talkin' to the attorney
He said did you pull the trigger if so your goin' on
A long journey on the court session
Standin' tall like a man
They got my feet, and arms shackled i'm
Holdin' my right hand
I caught juvenile life plus a extra to exist
Like my nigga tec said (ahh shit I'm in effect)
Peewee's fuckin' playhouse don't want them havin' fun
'cause all our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun
My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack
Pussy better hold that noise they must see what I see
Yes, I'm big I'm bad I'm buff motherfuck that p.t. shit
'cause here I come to bust here come the guard friday night
At night no more visitation he leave sit back ain't shit
I'm bout to take a lil' vacation bog boy be chillin'
And I'm from that one two three
But you better be cool before he slang you with that heat now
I'm buckin' in the hole nigga be real don't shed no tears
'cause early thursday mornin' bitch I'm goin' to styleville
Verse five: {lil' ya}
I call my nigga baby he's at the office
Doin' paper work try'na get me out
But his lawyer actin' like a murk
Feedin' him the wrong arm damn right
We had to communicate to keep shit tight
I sit at the kite some nights
When I flight and write
To my niggas and bitches who was close and all right
May the ninth was my court date
No witness no gun so they threw away the case
I was free july the twelfth down for armed robbery
Imagine how a nigga felt and fuck that judge
Because that bitch came late
Try'na give me time on my third ward court date
Chorus: {yella boy}
Where the furl nigga? where the earl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
Where the furl nigga? where the furl nigga?
Chorus:
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
So won't you go and get the earl!!
(hello!)
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
And I'm gon' send you in that world.
I don't give a fuck who you be
You ain't finna sell no fuckin' furl in that 1-2-3
You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still
Ain't sellin' shit
Start robbin' niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my set
Then nigga ya gots to face me
6 slugs strong comin' straight from that 3
I'm gettin' you full of that, boy
Nigga I know you know me.
Chorus
Bitch peep me out I'm on the set pushin' that boat
Listenin' to a nida 'cause that bitch brings me joy
Nigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
And so I tooked the 14 fuck the 6 I can't sweat it
The seater push my shit 'cause I'm tryin' to make a mill
No time to chill because I gotta pay my bills
And slippin' in the game, (mm mm)i ain't havin' it
That's why (when I'm on the set I'm always packin' my gat nigga)
In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up
And run up and jump up
I have to leave ya fucked up
I know my furl be fuckin' with yo' mind
'cause it's that torture and your makin' lines(3 whole lines)
I got that fire, so won't ya come and buy a
Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to door
Chorus
B.g.:
Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, I'm bout to go in that world
Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
It's my money so I bought it
My nose, so I snorted
I tried it the first time and you know I got retarted
I was spooked as the fuck
Thought that I was in a maze
That nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelin' dazed
I went inside draggin' that monkey on me
My momma dis-owned me
That furl owned me
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I was on that fuckin' b and it had me real lazy
Now that b.g. graduated got me feelin' real crazy
I started scratchin' and scratchin'
Started itchin' and itchin'
Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start bitchin
I got a habit got me trippin'
Gat right beside me
Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
Fuck, I'm trapped
I need a shoulder to lean
15 (what you is? )
A strung out dope fiend
Tec-9:
Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bag
Niggas leanin' to catch the habit but I just can't have it
Although I fly all night and serve 'em proper
The money hungry crimp stopper
That fuckin' ? ? ?
Nigga hit me with that 580
If I'm busy i'ma send you to grab my old lady
Stationary nigga I ain't playin' on the real
That same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout ya
And stopped them water ? ? ? ?
Same dope man look here
Who would ever thought that dope would take a nigga under
Sometimes I wonder why all these niggas around me
Could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
Goddamn, what a nigga will do for a program
Who I am, the motherfuckin' dope man
For sure fall, don't make me go and get my four four bulldog
Because you know I'm gonna act a fuckin' peer hog
I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
I'm all about that 11 5 man
Chorus
Yella:
Just gots to pack it, I'm in the back of the cabby
Readin dear abby
Like a cool john dillinger up in the 90's
Shots open I got just what's the fuck you need
All you snorters and you shooters come and see me
I'm on the block with the raw like you never saw
I got a pouch full of shells from my sawed off
Hit you in ya habit daddy
I'm goin' all the way out
You heard we gots the fire now you startin' to bad mouth
But we's a click that won't quit
Got ya bitches sick
Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
The fuck I'm never puttin' over a half up on my product
Now you can look if you deal with me
Stay real with me
And I just might throw you a extra bag
Issue out some samples, they runnin' like earl campbell
If you fall short I gots to make you out of an example
You bitch you (you bitch you)
And we gots that furl
[Chorus: U.N.L.V.]
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don't give a fuck
211s at night 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don't give a fuck
[Verse One: Lil' Ya]
Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of
Nigga that just don't give a fuck
But Nathan and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga B, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches cuz I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his switches
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
For you nigga's who ain't go no love
I ain't got no love for you chumps
Cuz I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a Philly Blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on
I'm ready to move on
To another level rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's been that way
Since fuckin' start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you know what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm ready to spit,
I'm ready to serve to uhh!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Yella Boy]
I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my Zookie if I have to
Daze you up like Daz
I don't give a fuck like Kurupt
I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me
Me and the Tecster in broad day light
We comin' to do thee fuck it
Of course, I'm a show no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
[Verse Three: Tec-9]
I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
Called me a nigga
[Verse Four: Yella Boy]
I'm dumpin' you bitches out like Boss Hog
I don't give a fuck about y'all
You don't know what I would do to you
But I know what'cha will do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
[Verse Five: Tec-9]
Y'all know that I'm back
Like brand new wax on brand new Cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I just
Lost my equipment bag
[Verse Six: Yella Boy]
Sweatin' like a Zoo-Loo to do you
It's best you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
[Chorus]
[Verse Seven: LIl' Ya]
I'm bout to do a jack
I got on all black
In my hand lies a tool that
I call my Mack
It's like my best friend cuz when
I spin the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a Rolex, He flinched for
His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
I had to show him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas started pushin' slab's
My pocket's started gettin' swole
My knot has thickened
That's how it is when
Nigga like Ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's
Keep a brew full of rock's
Cuz my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that iron
Leave yo Mama cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
Cuz I'm
[Verse Eight: Tec-9]
You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch
2-2-6 my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga
Better start runnin'
When I start comin' up the block
With my glock like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches catch me down bad
With my 12-gage
[Verse Nine: Yella Boy]
You despise, why I'm up in disguise
Now you paralyzed plus you realize
To stop playin' with me
My click is quick to let them bullet's fly
Click ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get downed
[Chorus]
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me
All the gangsters out that third stop
That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you
Know you dissin' a u. n. l. v. theme bitch
Cash money productions comin' at you
Comin' later on the eddie bow part 2
First I got two bags of weed it's not
That easy to lie again here I go again
With another dance I call the hike
Pucker up with your thumbs
In with your back
Turn your rzights to left
If you get dizzy don't look back
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
First verse
{yella boy)
Yes I still got my fuckin' bike and I'm on a hot ten
I lost my fuckin' self because I was drinkin' that juice and gin
I got my bike build back up I'm doin' a billie five
If it wasn't for my helmet yeah I wouldn't be alive
I had a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in
I lost control of my fuckin' bike then I thought this was the end
I flipped over the front on the ground I'm on my soccer bike
I have to control myself I thank the lord I'm still alive
Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
Second verse:
{yella boy}
Just proven a point to myself believe no lessons
Will be learned because I got my bike fixed
Still smokin' major joints I call one of my hoes
Because I'm ready to serve somethin'
Let her rent it for the night go to wasteland that's nothin'
So I'm headed cross the river decided to catch this fuckin' ferry
There's this freaky bitch plus she gay but she not scary
This bitch I'm talkin' about she had the gift she wouldn't stop
I had to make it back to her house to make her scream and shout
I'm comin' real hard but I'm a man and still in charge (where you at)
On manhattan vapor I'm full of that fuckin' weed thinkin' about her
On her knees not only for my keys but for her keys
I took a shout from on over because I ran a red light
Once again I'm in that world with that weed on my bike
Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
Third verse:
{yella boy}
Now the year is 94 I got a chance to ride a polo
I'm bout to get that bitch fixed up and make in gangster on you hoes
I took a ride to the eagle scope another bitch how ever
Four in the mornin' I got breakfast at eleven
I'm chillin' real solo gettin' full of that grits and cheese
I hope this hoe don't burn me because I'm not bout no damn desiese
I jetted down chef try to get to donald five she rode behind the wheel
I hit the gear and broke my tire's pump up in my hand
Look for me if you dare I pop my fuckin' trunk
Somebody stole my damn spare
The law didn't catch him he was smooth like a cat
The nine would have popped him a left him lyin' on his back
Pussy come pussy go I got to learn to leave it
That's what I get for always try'na be greedy
Well
Chorus:
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
"All Right Fuckin' Right
Won't Cha Holla At a Nigga" is after every line
[Tec-9]
If ya done with Ca§h Money just holla at a nigga
If ya done with the "U" just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Three won't cha just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Pimp Daddy just holla at a nigga
If Ya down with Lil' Ya won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with Yella Boy won't chat holla at a nigga
If ya down with Lil' Slim just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Ms. Tee won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with PMW won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with Suga Fingers won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with B-32 won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with Prime Time won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with Mannie Fresh won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 7th Ward won't holla at a nigga
If ya down with ya boy and them won't holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 9th Ward won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with Lil' Ivery won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Six won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with pimpin' bitches won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with gettin' burnt fuck them hoes
If ya down with Tec-9 won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Bow Bow just just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 4th Ward just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 15th won't cha just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Uptown won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Downtown holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Westbank just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Front-n-Town just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Lil' Three just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Mississippi just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Magi noo just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Lafayate just holla at a nigga
If ya down with Mike Fox just holla at a nigga
Nigga-de nigga if ya down with Mickey-de Mike just holla at a nigga
If ya down with smokin' blunt's just holla at a nigga
If ya bout smokin' blunts just holla at a nigga
If ya bout gettin' blowed just holla at nigga
Makin' them bitches suck yo disk say aight biatch
If ya down with gettin' loose just holla at a nigga
If drinkin' cut through all right fuckin' right
If ya down with the 10th Ward just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Melph Boy's just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the St. Benard just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 17th won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Melph Boy's just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Vil just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the lock beat won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the Nine just holla at a nigga Biatch
Uhh Uhh know me I say I say
Where ya from that Third Ward
I can't hear you
I say where ya from that Third Ward
Who rule this biatch that Third Ward
Who rule this biatch that Third Ward
Bow Bow Bow
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse one
{lil' ya}
I put you hos on the map with my dick
Then I stuck my nine in them hos but I made 'em sick
Now ya supposed to wonder what I'm gonna do
Well I got it on my mind let's try the pump throw away the nine
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse two
{lil' ya}
I'm still tired of fuckin' you bitches everyday
I try to use my nine later on the a-k
But you wasn't satisfied it wasn't good enough
So ya tried to test my nuts to see if I was tough
So I fucked you and fucked you and shot my hollow in you
Watched you polished the chrome while I was drinkin' an cold brew
Freak you got life all wrong that's why messi your the first
Bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse three
{lil' ya}
Here's another bitch named blacke
You on the inmate pee because I fucked you with my two-twenty three
It felt good to ya you wanted to do it again we can do it again
So I tried the mack ten but the mack was to long for this ho
So I took it out had to load up the forty four
She complain'' about the forty four sayin' my gat to small
Stuck the sweeper in her ass started sweatin' like a dog
Hahaha I guess my gat was to long an blacke you
The second bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Forth verse
{lil' ya}
Lil' ya is the type that don't give a shit
My three favorite words are
Doggin' doggin' doggin' a bitch
Who can I talk to about lance I'm a kick
It on takia because she down bad
She rode a nigga dick sucked the shells of a pump
Hit her with my glock and made the bitch jump
She came to my house sayin' she wanted to fuck
Cheat her with my uzi she was stuck like chuck
Ended up pregnant sayin' the baby was mine
I fucked you with my uzi you had an baby nine
Took baby nine outside and threw 'em in the dump
Two weeks passed I fucked that bitch with my pump
The ho face resemble queen coat matin' so that's
Why takia ya the last bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
[yella]
I told y'all
Come and lay the arms for eddie bow part two
They still sweatin' so hard, and it's a shame they need more
'cause way back in the days they just needed three or four
But now it's 95 and I don't need to show you how
I know you know the old dance that I call the eddie bow
[chorus-tec-9]
Bitch we never gone walk, bitch we always gone bow
We never gone walk, we always gone bow
Won't ya, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Won't ya, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
'cause nigga you ain't tough, nigga you ain't tough,
Bitch you ain't bad so fuck you and miiiiiiiiichael
[1st verse-tec-9]
Upstairs in a room we start the barhop stop
Turned around and seen ya, hoes was on my jock
Now it's birdies in the house, gotta guard the bitch up
Bout to get your world crowded by them soldiers in the chucks
You some real ass niggas, some down ass niggas
Say them 3rd ward niggas, say them 3rd ward niggas
Now like a dog hit, get nasty like a freak
Like my ex-17th ward bitch rontinique
She used to lick my whole body
And she even used to tickle
On the real she like her man and she could suck a mean dick
Now won't you bow for the 3rd ward
I say now bow for the 10th ward
Now won't you bow for the 13th
[chorus]
[2nd verse-yella]
I was doin' about 60 on my style I had a white lady
I looked over at tec because he really wants to leave the scene
It wasn't fuckin' long before that bitch was cuttin' corners
He got that bitch out there I thought I was a goner
Racin' up the block, couldn't wait on them hoes
And I kept my shield up, steady showin' my golds
First stop was saint thomas where I saw this hoe
I peeped the nigga hit a hoe, I hit the one that's on my right
Nigga bow for a nigga that keep things locked
Can't forget that hoe poppin' off 2nd & drop
Now won't you bow for the melphanine?
Won't you bow for the josephine?
Now won't you bow for the calliope?
I said you bow for the calliope.
Now won't bow for the magnolia?
I said now bow for the magnolia
[chorus]
[3rd verse-tec-9]
It's the 3rd verse and we almost there,
I guess it's time to talk about the hoes with real short hair
Stop two guess who? I see the 17th crew
All I know is they hella inject, a.k.a. the baldin' group
I got my nigga lil ya, fuckin' them hoes with a glock
All three of us together makin' them hoes pussy pop
If you down with the 3, then you know just what to do
Won't you break em off proper with that bow part two?
Now won't you bow for that 3rd ward?
I say now bow for that 10th ward
Now won't you bow for the 13th?
Now won't you bow for the 17th?
Now won't you bow for the melphanine?
I said now bow for the josephine
Now won't you bow for the calliope?
I said now bow for the calliope
Now won't you bow for the magnolia?
Now won't you bow for the magnolia?
f/ Tec-9
{Hook}
Thats the way I like it
I like it when ya get real crazy
And thats the way I like it
I like it when you make me feel real good, good, good, good yeah
Come on, everybody listen up and let me do what i do
yes, I'ma rock the mic and at the same time the chest, yeah
Im a dog I like to get nasty
Talk about a bitch and how she freaked all ova me
Shut up, listen up and let me tell you the deal
Like my nigga Pimp Daddy said "Ya gots to be real"
Make a bitch ride that bone then ya leave her alone
But man first you gots to be a dog and dont forget to use a rubba
Ridin down the streets in my grey Grand-Pre
When I saw this nasty bitch that I met last week
I said, "get in my ride let me take ya for a spin
I wanna take ya to my house and just do you in"
I got 'em runnin, and shakin, and movin, and rollin, and hoppin and jumpin
But Tec-9 just bounce, bounce, bounce
I got em run, and shake, and move, and roll, and hop and jump
But Tec-9 just bounce, bounce, bounce
I say
{Hook}
Come on, where the fine sexy ladies? Throw ya hands in the air
Swing them right to the left, like ya just dont care
where the gangsta ass niggaz? Are ya in the house?
Stand tall, watch ya back and keep a boot in ya mouth
Kickin it-kickin it on them HOES
Them dog ass HOES
I'm kickin it-kickin it-kickin it on them dog ass hoes
I'm kickin it-kickin it on them hoes who like to ride my dick
They ride, they ride they love to ride my dick
They ride, they ride they love to ride my dick
They ride, they ride they love to ride my dick
Kickin it-kickin it on them HOES
Them dog ass HOES
I'm kickin it-kickin it-kickin it on them dog ass hoes
I'm givin thanks to the niggaz who took me off the streets
My boy Slim and Baby open many doors fa me
I used to be a straight nigga sellin rocks on the set
Until they open my eyes and gave me the name Tec
So sup, waddup now ya stuck so bump the sound of Tec
Ya stupid clowns just bounce, bounce, bounce
Sup, waddup now ya stuck so bump the sound of Tec
Ya stupid clowns just bounce, bounce, bounce
I got em runnin, and shakin, and movin, and rollin, and hoppin and jumpin
But Tec-9 just bounce, boune, bounce
Run and Shake and move and roll and hop and jump
But Tec-9 just bounce, bounce, bounce
I say
{Hook}
[Tec-9 and (Lil Ya): talkin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Return of the Trend Setters)
UNLV (Trend Setters)
How the fuck yall forget about UNLV?
(Trend Setters) What you stupid or something?
We created this shit
All the rest of you niggaz need to get the fuck
Suck a dick beeotch
[Hook: Tec-9 and Lil Ya]
Do you remember "Oh he want some?"
You bitches thought we was through
But now we back its the return of the "U"
Remember "Chillin on the set with the fully automatic Tec
Pop em up watch em bleed to death"
"From the Mac to the Melph to the Calioooo
"Parle is cool and okay but I rather chill and hustle"
"Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it"
We been bout it, you know we bout it
[Verse 1: Tec-9]
I'm bout to line all you bitches up in single file
Commence to punishin you niggaz off of GP ya feel me?
Hennessey makes me think wicked
This is for you bitch ass niggaz, I got you terrified to kick it
Yeah I know yall think I'm bout to click out and shoot something
I'm from that Group cousin and Trend Setters dont start nothing
I opened doors and some of you niggaz snuck right in
Takin credit fa what I created with the bin
And then I let you holla like its all gravy
Smilin in my face knowin that ya hate me
And maybe I'ma let the bigons be bigons
Speed up the process and let the hollow sink through ya chest
Confess, we them niggaz that put the 3rd on the map
Ride on out I dont want no mother fuckin dap
Fuck rap I'm ready to split you mother fuckers cap
Poppin mother fuckers ya'll niggaz hear that?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
Check, how could a nigga flip the script and say the "U" aint the shit?
We keep it crunk, representin non stop ya bitch
Trend Setters, settin trends boo you know how we do
Create the slang, slang the tracks and we feed it to you
To make you love it is our goal
Our pockets still dont swole
So it dont matter if you bite what we write (Aint that cold?)
I aint mad but I dont like whats goin on
I'm hearin rumors talkin bout the "U" is dead and gone
Them niggaz wrong fa even thinkin we was breakin up
Two thugs hit the club straight shakin stuff
Rest in peace mister Chucks a.k.a. YELLA BOY
Until we meet you say uh uh send us a praise to the Lord
Me and Atrice still grip tight
And for the record we went Plat on "Uptown 4 Life"
You better believe them niggaz door opened up shop
But yet and still they refuse to give the "U" or props
They got it twisted
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Ya]
Look, niggaz say that I was broke steady fuckin they hoes
Niggaz say Tec couldnt fuck cause he was fulla that dope
Niggaz say Yella was dirty he deserved what he got
Niggaz say my nigga slipt and started smokin them rocks
Niggaz say one of them hoes straight makin my drank
Niggaz say a nigga puff a El to higher my day
Niggaz say Tec was in jail and had the double L
Nigga say whatever they want but we gon show and tell
Grip tight is what we like, yall know the Trend Setters
But the dumbest rumor that I heard is that Tec murdered Yella
[Tec-9]
Now some of yall gon hate some a yall gon congradulate
And to my fans yeah I know you cant wait
Until the next release
Cut me loose and speak my peace
And maybe I'ma give you the inside scoop bout that nigga Baby
How he hate me, owe me money but its all gravy
Be a man and give the whole world the real scoop
The reason you got that deal was because of the "U"
And I dont see whats the big old fuss
The only reason Uptown like you is because of us
Uptown Mother fucker
Chorus: lil' ya
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
{lil' ya}
I put you hos on the map with my dick
Then I stuck my nine in them hos but I made 'em sick
Now ya supposed to wonder what I'm gonna do
Well I got it on my mind let's try the pump throw away the nine
Chorus
{lil' ya}
I'm still tired of fuckin' you bitches everyday
I try to use my nine later on the a-k
But you wasn't satisfied it wasn't good enough
So ya tried to test my nuts to see if I was tough
So I fucked you and fucked you and shot my hollow in you
Watched you polished the chrome while I was drinkin' an cold brew
Freak you got life all wrong that's why messi your the first
Bitch in my song
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Here's another bitch named blacke
You on the inmate pee because I fucked you with my two-twenty three
It felt good to ya you wanted to do it again we can do it again
So I tried the mack ten but the mack was to long for this ho
So I took it out had to load up the forty four
She complain'' about the forty four sayin' my gat to small
Stuck the sweeper in her ass started sweatin' like a dog
Hahaha I guess my gat was to long an blacke you
The second bitch in my song
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Lil' ya is the type that don't give a shit
My three favorite words are
Doggin' doggin' doggin' a bitch
Who can I talk to about lance I'm a kick
It on takia because she down bad
She rode a nigga dick sucked the shells of a pump
Hit her with my glock and made the bitch jump
She came to my house sayin' she wanted to fuck
Cheat her with my uzi she was stuck like chuck
Ended up pregnant sayin' the baby was mine
I fucked you with my uzi you had an baby nine
Took baby nine outside and threw 'em in the dump
Two weeks passed I fucked that bitch with my pump
The ho face resemble queen coat matin' so that's
Why takia ya the last bitch in my song
[Lil Ya Talkin']
Check(YEAH YEAH), this 1 here for my people (UH UH)
Look, Ya'll gon love this
Ya hord mee (SAY DAT, SAY DAT)
[Hook]
This is for my niggaz and my bitches, ya'll know who ya'll are
Im givin it back yall the reason why Ya made it this far
Still the same it aint gon change, Fuck what you say
Behind my niggaz, my bitches, I dont play
[Verse 1]
Check, I'm givin it back to my dogz, 6th and B first of all
My nigga Slew, my nigga Wee, Lil Kirk and Paul
I'm givin it back to all the women who put up with my shit
I got love fa you hoes I dont mean to call you Biotch
I'm givin it back to the kids I be sendin to the store
Like Boo, E, Melvin and Twill lil brotha Joe
I'm givin it back to the V i aint lettin em starve
I got something fa yall and its rock hard
I'm givin it back to the Jetz from the Mac Melph Calio
Nigga disrespect that Buck him wit the Cali-Co
Back to the younger generation...
Support the college funds... for further education
Givin it back with out a doubt, no hesitatin
Gettin rid of the fake, you either roll or you pay
Im givin it back to everybody who kept it real with me
I dont consider ya'll fans... Ya'll family
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
I'm givin it back to all the DJ's who be bumpin my shit
Especially that nigga Sin fa makin this one a hit
I'm givin it back to my fans I dont even know
I'm showin love at each ande every fuckin show
I'm givin it back to other artist in the industry
Who try to mark me fa how I say YA HORD ME
I'm givin it back to all the MC's before my time
Payin respect to the rappers who all live life by that iron
I'm givin it back to any hater that ever hated my shit
You could suck on my dick as long as you buy my shit
Im givin it back to my southside connection
Ya think we quiet? Start a riot nigga test em
I'm givin it back to all them hoes who could fuck like they dance
Be in the club representin just uh wobblin that ass
Im givin it back to all my niggaz that be lightin em spliffs
And ofcourse the all mighty for givin us this
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
Look, if it wasnt for my people, where the fuck would I be?
Probablee in the pen for murder or roberee
But I'ma sell it while im here to tell it
Till the day that I'm gon LIl Ya the legend lives on
Known fa fuccin them hoes, ya baby moma perhapse
The nigga that invented doggin bitches, puttin they names in my raps
Them bitches LUV THAT well shit I love you too
Cause if it wasnt fa my bitches I couldnt do what I do
Look here I'd kill for my round, Shed a tear for my round
When ever my round go down, im goin down with my rounds
Flip the script, pop in the clip, these niggaz hatin on us
Top of the line bin spinners, got em kickin up dust
I love the lou-i-vile but I love me people more
They had my back in the begginin when I wasnt a pro
I gotta give it back before I lose it all
This here song is dedicated to my real dawgs
[Hook x2]
[Talkin]
Nigga... nigga, uh, I dont, I dont, I dont
Check, wan holla at my mu fuckin people Ya Hord me
That UPT all the way to that BT area
That 7 and D clique, 6 and Drys nigga
3rd and D yall in here
4 and D, 2nd and D
6 and B oh you know you in here
My cuz and them: Ronnald, shawn, Tyronne
Lawrence, Donald, Darnel, Mark and them
Ya know, my Texas connects
Co Co Butta, UGK and them Yall in here ya Hord me
My people from ATL, My Florida connect
My niggaz up in Cincinatti
Every Gutta in United States of America, Ya Hord me
My label mates, big Kik and them you in here my nigga
[Chorus: UNLV]
Get into it with a Nigga gotta tote my gun,
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,
Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun
[First Verse: Tec-9]
Bad situations, is all a player found,
I'm bout to let my nuts hang and close down my ground,
I got beaucoup weed, with a brand new fuckin' lighter,
I got so damned loaded that I was on Street Fighter,
Ay who got the fire? Is what a chump said,
I got the glock from my side and Tec-9 is still sprayin'
[Chorus]
[Second Verse: Lil' Ya]
If I get into with a nigga, I use my hands, a switchblade,
Or I throw a grenade,
I gotta watch my back, that's why I'm packin' the gat,
And if you play me I'ma split your fuckin' hat to the back,
D.O.A. is what they label you,
There's no need to save you,
Family's hustlin' hard, so they can bury you
[Chorus]
[First Bridge: Tec-9]
I say niggadaniggadanigga, unh,
Nig, nigga
Nig, nig, nig, nigga
Niggadaniggadanigga, unh,
Nig, nigga
Nig, nig, nig, nigga
Don't come on my set with that bullshit,
I got my glock got it cocked watch'em drop,
Don't come on my set with that bullshit,
I got my glock got it cocked watch'em drop
[Third Verse: Yella]
Well I was headed through the Mac, the Melph, and the Calio,
I cross Claiborne and then I creep through the rathole,
Stopped at the store for a forty or some Crazy Horse,
You ask the question "Am I gonna get drunk?" of course,
Jump in my ride, I was headed towards Josephine,
Blue girbauds, white interior and I'm lookin' clean,
Pictured a nigga pushin' rocks at my front dash,
So I got the Tec-9 and pumped a cap in his ass
[Chorus]
[Fourth Verse: Tec-9]
I was chillin' on Forbes when a nigga tried to play me,
Had to get gatted up, to show him I ain't fakin',
I ran back, I ran back, I ran back around the corner,
Now all was on my mind was that this nigga was a goner,
I looked to my right, who could it be?
It was my nigga Lil' Ya he down with U-N-L-V
[Chorus]
[Fifth Verse: Lil' Ya]
Well I was headed down Dryades made a turn on Sixth Street,
Dived on Baronne and then a nigga tried to play me,
Get out your car because I gotta have your trues and bauds,
Looked at him stupid then I punched him in his fuckin' nose,
Got in my car, booted up my hoes, had to shine,
I made the block and then I'm bangin' with my fuckin' nine
[Chorus]
[Sixth Verse: Yella]
I was walkin' down the street to go and score a bag of weed,
When a nigga upped on me and said "Give it up G",
I ain't givin' up nathin', I ain't runnin' out,
If you're gonna kill me you better do it now,
So had the gat because I'm packin', ain't no muthafuckin' jackin',
There is gonna be a killin' cuz you're fuckin' with a villain
[Chorus]
[Seventh Verse: Tec-9]
Now once upon a time I got into it with a nigga,
Nigga tried to test my nuts to see if I would pull the trigga,
But I'm a fool from the third you see,
Like a nigga on top scorin' a hundred thousand ki's,
Want to be the fuckin' man, with the heart of a lion,
If you go to the pen you gone be fucked from behind,
We could take it to the streets, we could go, we could scrap,
If you wanna take it further, bitch, go and get'cha gat,
I'm from the fuckin' third, you should never play me out,
Handle that, toe to toe, like in a twelve round bout
A whole fuckin' nation reppin' cuz they got a gun,
But I'm a nigga with a heart and I'ma get the job done
[Chorus]
[Eighth Verse: Lil' Ya]
If my boys get into it with a nigga, come and get me,
I bring the glock, or the two twenty-three,
Pop, pop, niggas drop, there ain't no stoppin' me,
I'm bootin' niggas up and I'm shootin' automatically,
Lil' Ya, my nigga Yella, Tec-9, and D ya see,
Keepin' the guns toted with U-N-L-V
[Chorus]
[Second Bridge: UNLV]
Don't come on my set with that bullshit,
I got my glock got it cocked watch'em drop,
Don't come on my set with that bullshit,
DJ RED WHATS UP NIGGA
{CHORUS}
GO DJ, THATS MY DJ
GO DJ, THATS MY DJ
DON'T U BRANG NO WEAPONS, KNIVES,AND GUNS
GO DJ, THATS MY DJ
{REPEAT 2xS}
VERSE 1
I WALK IN THE CLUB EVERYTHING GOT STILL
MOUTH PIECE ON SHINE OUTFIT ON KILL
BUT STILL I PRECEED TO MAKE MY WAY TO THA BACK
BCUZ I HEARD THATS WHERE ALL THE HAPPENINS AT
I SAID HEY DJ WON'T U PLAY THAT SONG
CUZ I HEARD ITS GONNA MAKE THEM LADIES SHO THEY THONG
TRYNA HAVE A LIL CLEAN FUN BUCKIN AND WILDIN
"DRINKS ON THA HOUSE" BUT THEY GOTTA BE LONG ISLAND
TRYIN TO COMPOSE MYSELF
BUT THE MUSIC BROUGHT IT OUT ME REPRESENTIN THE MELPH
WE GOT 2 TURNTABLES AND A MICROPHONE
AINT NOBODY GOIN HOME TILL THE DJS GONE
1200S IS THE WEAPONS WALLFLOWERS NOT ALLOWED
U GOTTA KEEP A LIL PEP IN YOUR STEPPIN
U CAN HOLLA FOR YOUR HOOD TURN THA MUSIC UP LOUD
WE ALL DIFFERENT BUT ITS STILL ALL GOOD
{CHORUS 2xS}
VERSE 2
THE PARTIES GOIN DOWN AND THE WOMEN IS CRUNK
MY DJ IN THA BACK BUMPIN NOTHIN BUT FUNK
I'M SMOKED OUT IN THA FRONT BUT IM FEELIN THA BEAT
DJ DJ MAKE EM TWERK FOR ME
MIX IT UP NIGGA WHAT AND HE OFF THE CHAIN
HE CUT THE RECORD LIKE A NIGGA BE CUTTIN COCAINE
SLOW IT DOWN SPEED IT UP ITS WHATEVER U LIKE
GOT MY DJ ON THA TABLE AND HES KEEPIN IT HYPE
HE GOT EM SHOWIN THEY THONGS
HE GOT EM TAKIN IT OFF
HE GOT THEM HOES BOOTY BOPIN ACKIN A DOG
SO JUST PLUCK YA FINGAS AND MOVE TO THIS
ITS GETTIN FUNKY IN THIS B***H CUZ MY DJS THA S**T
SHAKE A BREAST, SHAKE A LEG, SHAKE YA A** OR SOMETHIN'
GIVE EM PROPS STOP STUNTIN IF YOU AIN'T BOUT NOTHIN
CATCH THE WALL, CATCH THA FLOOR, BABY CATCH THA CUT
ITS MY DJ ON THE WHEELS AND HE'S RIPPIN IT UP
{CHORUS 2xS}
VERSE 3
DONT U BRANG NO WEAPONS, KNIVES,AND GUNS
AND THA MUSIC SOUND BETTA IF YA SMOKIN A BLUNT
NOW MAKE EM WIGGLE WIGGLE, AND MAKE EM JIGGLE JIGGLE
GET TO CUTTING AND SCRATCHING AND U MIGHT MAKE EM TWERK A LIL
ALL I NEED IS SOME HENN AND SOME UPTOWN WEED
MY DJ IN THA BACK SUPPLYING THA BEATS
SOME NICE SOUND EVERYBODY'S COMIN ROUND TODAY
SO THEY CAN SHAKE THEY A** TO WHAT MY DJ PLAY
DONT START NO S**T WON'T B NO S**T,
DUMB B***H WASTE A DRINK ON MY BRAND NEW FIT
BUT I AINT MAD AT YA BABY CUZ A PIMP DONT CRY
AND BESIDES THAT A NIGGA STILL LOOK SO FLY
GO DJ DO YA THANG WHOA
MAKE EM WOBBLE FAST NOW MAKE EM POP SLOW
YOU GOT EM PUSSY POPIN YOU GOT EM BOOTY BOPIN
YOU GOT MY NIGGAS BUCK NOW GET YA HANDS UP
{CHORUS2XS}
[Hook: Tec-9]
Little miss hot pants runnin the streets
Tryin to come up on a couple of G's
Infatuated by the Bling Bling
Such a shame to see she's lost in time daaaaaaaawwwwwwwwggg
Lost in time daaaaaaawwwwwwwwwggg
[Verse 1: Tec-9]
Now my theory is clearly controversial
But let a nigga speak on it because this shit is universal
Dont need rehersal to tell yall how it really goes
Yall see it like I see it, a high in tight clothes
Earings everywhere but where they supposed to go
The legs fold with the high pro glow
15 and lied and said she 17, so misguided
She didnt even have a dream, shes so excited
That she got a little shape
Got ya self caught up and now they got ya shape on tape
Now what ya daddy gon think when he see dat
Ya betta hope dat ya daddy dont see dat
So embarressed 'til one day she decided to run away
And thats when my man introduced her to Yay
Coke fiend still in her teens, sellin her body
Lost in time dawg and she cant even hide it
Ya heard me
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
Now I'ma take it back to when it first started
When we used to chill slingin rocks, drinkin 40's
Shorty used to peep a playa out through the window
13 years old aww she's gonna be a nimpho
Claim to be grown, she never respected her mama
Tried to leave home and then she ran into some drama
Met a old tymer who turned her out on that crack
Ya gettin real small yet ya stomach lookin fat
Started poppin pills left the baby in the trolly
Thought you had a man 'til ya found he wasnt for it
Now ya kinda drove all alone 14
Sprung to the streets cause use a dope fiend
Cant go home cause ya know ya burned some bridges
Messed up wit moms tryna be that man's mistress
It aint the first time I done saw what yall tossed
Baby thought she knew what she was doin she was lost
[Hook]
[Verse 3: ??]
Girl maintain, dont let that jive tape sent to you drive you insane
If he aint right by you, you know what you need to do
Leave that busta dont take the abuse you dont need that sucka
Hold on be strong you can carry on without that trouble
Dont doubt yaself girl as long as you got ya health girl
You could do yourself stop dependin on the streets fa help
Beutiful black queen you a Gem, diamonds cant compare
When you pass you got me chokin gaspin fa air
Independent women taken care of business
Live ya life you dont need to be stressed in this world
That aint right I feel yo pain
Dont get fed up you got to keep ya head up
Maintain ya frame of mind
Peep game when its rainin
[Tec-9]
Peepin all around nobody dont even remember your name
People think ya burned out and thats a shame
How ya felt short to the pimpin game
Peepin all around nobody dont even remember your name
People think ya burned out and thats a shame
How ya felt short to the pimpin game
[NOTE: Big Mann pronounces Ghetto "Ghetho"]
[Hook: Big Mann] [singing]
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
[Verse 1: Tec-9]
Shot gun blastin the Grim Reaper done claimed nuttin but 15
Blood to a blood, wha?
Just seen lil homie last week
In a drop top with a cell phone
Twenty inches of chrome suffered 2 to the dome
But it aint no thing time to bury another one
Get a T-shirt with a face on it
Say bye-bye for a little while then run on it
Best not ride the man of revenge is thinkin about that one
Walk up the block with a head bouncin for another example
Look out! Timmy got his hands on a Semi-automatic
And is bout that static in mourning to the brothers in Natic
Timmy's mother is a crack head
Which means Timmy was crack fed
Thats unfair but point me out somebody who care
Yet we feed out when that poison exploded, brothers gon suffer
Its a wonder why we got so many dykes, all the woman got is each other
A poor mans reality is a mad mans mentality
No alteritives no resources
Fuck college... Street courses
Niggaz fuckin with dope with out no fear for the pain
Dead and gone before he gone done bust a hole through the vain
Who's gonna make the babies ladies with pornographic ideas?
Automatically being labeled as a murder fanatic
Slow body process from the greedy to needy
Got they nuts off in the sand
Get a faith check, gave it all up to the dope man
Niggaz robbin they own connects to become the Big Tymer
Bitches gon drop a dime on you send em off where they can find yah
Will I live?
[Hook: Big Mann] [singing]
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the ghetto baby
In the ghettoooo
[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
Yo, yo I'm only 5 foot 6 but I got big ballz
I did it all from walk by's to drive by's in a U-Haul
Not givin a fuck has always been my motto
I'ma nigga chaser, after paper, bullets hollow
Dont let me hit yo block in all black nigga
Bust 50 shots if you dont die I'm comin back nigga
I been a fool with the tool since my youngin
Fuck strugglin I'm bout hustlin and bustin
Some say you gotta crawl before you walk, livin the street life
The same say dont bring a knife to a gun fight
A couple of people say 2 wrongs dont make a right
My niggaz say never leave home with out ya plastic pipe
But on the rizeal they betta chizzle I'm ready to kizzle
And spizzle the blood from my strizzle, ya fizill?
You done fucked up and met the boss
Test my nuts if any nigga wanna play the part
Will I live or die?
[Hook: Big Mann] [Singin]
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the Ghetto, in the ghetto, in the ghetto?
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the ghetto baby
In the ghettoooo
Will I live or die? Will I survive
In the ghetto baby
In the ghettoooo
{yella talkin'}
My dog gonna be home with a story to tell
Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
{yella boy}
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up eddie bow
Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic
Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs
I don't have nothin' if I don't have you
Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to
Bounce for that outfit the one's who mean it
Won't ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy
Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy
Shhh, bout to make me go to far
Unless ya bout the whole third they called
Ya see, ya won't some nine seven lincoln's
With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin' around
It's best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me
I want means and tina marie
It's best you get a built in alarm 'cause I got me a gat and
I'm a try to set the whole third on the back
Ya get it, got to get it right nigga, handle ya business
Oops, there they go to roux's five o
Stash-o left his bundle sittin' on the ramp
Stash-o bundle must be dippin' out the cut
Stash-o bundle must be sittin' on the ramp
I'm always jumpin' shop never dressin' like a champ
I'm up early in the mornin' on the breakfast smokin' weed
I'm bout to go to regal scoop, fresh pair of arena's
I went on deli shake and dressed mighty gentle
I said look at my snaps and bout another rental
I brought my nigga to nickel's 'cause that was a school
Tellin' all them ninth ward nigga's that the third ward rules
I walked into the school and standin' on the yard
A chick snuck and asked me was I from the third ward
Nigga's came out the buildin' and they was bootin' me up
I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them coward's duck
I told my o'l lady I'll be back to see
I went to mac melph calio a booker t
So they pilled up in a trooper I was gasin' it
Boo-koo, ak's, mac's pump's and shit and i
Was so darn able goin' out st. claud
With my kangol to the back representin' the third ward
Chorus:
Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy
Don't don't cha be greedy
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up eddie bow
Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic
Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs
I don't have nothin' if I don't have you
Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to
Bounce for that outfit the one's who mean it
Won't ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy
Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy
{yella boy}
Higgy hop the fence, put the gun's in the grass
You can see the rep smoke poppin' out they ass
See we caught seven nigga's slippin' in the class room
Try'na jump out the window but they couldn't and
I don't mind dyin' I see that shit
Five nigga's got killed let's go hop the fence quick
Chorus:
{yella boy}
On the real like a man you got's to be real
If you hangin' in that third, you best's be out to kill
'cause we walk by, fight by, drive by to
Hang a forty five and a ap medal to
Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch
Where dey at get the gat first
I got's to take a piss
I'm a magnolia man, a calio king
I'm servin' boo-koo dog hoes out the melpomene
I know ya thought I wouldn't be back
But ya can't keep me down,don't forget about the "u"
And the ca¡ìh money clown, twerk all right
Getty up eddie bow, I'm a serve ya body up when
I get in the shower, I'm a good lookin' rapper
I ain't try'na front, I'm a good lookin' rapper I ain't
Try'na stunt, next week I'm gettin' the rental and
The royal blue, with the white interior and gold dayton's to
Go dj, that's my dj, go dj, that's my dj
Chorus:
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy
Don't don't cha be greedy
{yella boy}
Me and my dj, mannie fresh we done shut the pieces
We fuckin' wive's, we fuckin' daugher's, and even niece's
These hoes like mosquitos suckin' dick and lickin' nut's
Fuckin', doggin', leavin', makin' 'em run behind that dick
I be servin' 'em puttin' 'em up 'cause I'm a fool from that three
Yella boy, mannie fresh, we win the contest
I must confess we rank as the best
I spin the bin with hot bullet's I hope ya got yo vest
Nigga, on the real in this nine seven area
I be in the n-o-l-i-a area if ya scared
Ya end up in the back of the dumpster
With two to the motherfuckin' head
Go dj, go dj, go dj, that's my dj, that's my dj
Uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Don't trip, I'mma give ya the game like I'm supposed to
Late, let a true playa show ya
Don't front because ya know a nigga know ya
Heard that, you only give it up to soldja's
Runnin around, break bread lovin' the sound
Get down! Get-get-get down!
Strip sounds, make a bitch clown
We lounge, all around up-town
Stank bitch, rock dick in their mouth
Quick flip, hit the ass, touch her up in her mouth
???, Best dressed, plus I'm holdin it down
Sharp shave, catch the Braves, straight from up-town
Street bitch, pretty whipped, with the flow on the dex
Act bad, ????????????
Fat ass, nipples hard, and she's breakin the law
Givin me head in the truck, while she swallowin it up
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
I gotta lotta dope bitches on my mind
But I won't allow bitches, to waste my time
After a couple of albums, I seek my prime
But I still got the urge to put 'em in my rhyme
That's right I'm ? and I gotta flex
Stupid bitch act bad, and I just holla next
I get a convex if you come to my complex
Act bad, don't wanna have sex
Gettin paid, feelin' played, ain't part of the strip
You better get money, stop tryin to flip
Won't ya pop, won't ya pop girl just don't stop
Just work that thang for ya boy lila
Big hips, big lips, thats a model bitch
Hit the flo, bend it over, and wobble it
Cocky built, cocky built, she makin me hot
Bend ya ass, back it up, break it down - booty bop
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
Shake wit it, ya gotta have some bump wit it
Fuck wit it, if ya wanna you can bop wit it
I don't see nothin wrong...if ya wanna show that thong
Like Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On
Everytime ya hear this song, work it baby like ya grown
Holla at ya boy, girl make it known
Like em tall, big fine, real cute in the face,
36 inch tits, 24 inch waist
Black skin, red bone, it don't matter to me
As long as ya fuck like ya ?
Tattoos on the back, right above the crack
* send corrections to the typist
[Lil Ya]
U.N.L.V.!!! Trendsetters!!
Blazin-South Bout Tah Blaze This Bitch!!
NEW SHIT!!! NEW SHIT!!! Cho'Hord Mey?!?!
For The Fuckin' Players!! All Over The World!!
Ya Know They Got Some Fuckin' Haters Out There!!
But Don't Sweat'em!! Ya Hord?!?! Ya Hord?!?!
YA HORD MEY?!?!?!
[Verse 1: Ricashay]
They had this party jumpin' off in that U.P.T.!!
You know all the Niggas from out the hood,was off in that piece!!
The 15th!! And the 3rd Ward!! Chillin'!! Gettin' they serve on!!
Bad Bitches jumpin' out of Bentleys!! And Excursions!!
I had tah!! Pull uh Bitch & mack her!!
I had to show them Bastards!! They better check my status!!
I don't think this Bitch endin' soon!! I'm bout to act uh fool!!
I met uh Bitch!! And she knew just what to do!!
While all the Niggas gettin' mad!! Cuz we takin' all the Ass!!
Nigga!! Get up off the wall!! Actin' like you bad!!
I'ma Hustler!! Never been uh Buster'ruh!!
If ya seen me with her!! I must've been Fuckin' her!!
I can't just have uh Bitch!! Just to laugh & joke!!
You can call me uh Dawg!! But the last Hoe provoked it!!
I'm focused!! I don't know if they know this!!
But Ricashay is not to be confused with hoe shit!!
[Chorus: Lil Ya]
Ain't Nothin' But Players In Here!!
If Yous Uh Hater!! GET THE FUCK!!!
Niggas!! Get Buck!! Ladys!! Throw Ya Drinks Up!!
Hater Act Up!! Watch Uh Hater Get Snuck!!
WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' AWESOME,MAN!!!
Ain't Nothin' But Players In Here!!
If Yous Uh Hater!! GET THE FUCK!!!
Niggas!! Get Buck!! Ladys!! Throw Ya Drinks Up!!
Haters Act Up!! Watch Uh Hater Get Snuck!!
WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' AWESOME,MAN!!!
[Verse 2: DH The Great]
My Game is umatched!! I attack the wack!! And make'm backtrack!!
With raps!! That astound!! Listeners!! From miles around!!
I got'chu!! Mesmerized!! Niggas!! Petrified!!
How you expect to battle against me,DH,and survive?!
When I'm high!! Lyrics are more potent!! Got'chu chokin'!!
You provoke me to get open!! Fo-Fo smokin'!!
Closed casket!! I'm murderin' you shaky rappers!!
Anyone coming at me!! Must not be happy!!
Its an automatic tragedy!! Blastin'!! Rapidly!!
Dastardly!! Deeds affirmed!! Was how the West was won!!
Call me Shogun!! With the Shot-Gun!! I'm droppin',son!!
Hot-Rocks hit'cha knot!! If you just been got!!
Your rhymes pre-natal!! Should'uh never made it past the cradle!!
Houses!! I blaze'm!! Scorchin' and torchin' up the Haters!!
With my Hand Full Of Players!! We got this here!!
B.S.R.!! We the realest!! You gone hate this here!!
[Chorus: Lil Ya]
Ain't Nothin' But Players In Here!!
If Yous Uh Hater!! GET THE FUCK!!!
Niggas!! Get Buck!! Ladys!! Throw Ya Drinks Up!!
Hater Act Up!! Watch Uh Hater Get Snuck!!
WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' AWESOME,MAN!!!
Ain't Nothin' But Players In Here!!
If Yous Uh Hater!! GET THE FUCK!!!
Niggas!! Get Buck!! Ladys!! Throw Ya Drinks Up!!
Haters Act Up!! Watch Uh Hater Get Snuck!!
WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' AWESOME,MAN!!!
[Verse 3: Grim Reapor]
Everytime I walk in the club!!
They got uh hand full of Haters!! That be watchin'!!
Cuz they know they let me in with my Glock-10!!
But don't get spook!! If yall don't try nothin'!! I won't shoot!!
Clutchin' my weapons!! And ejectin' on your whole crew!!
So respect my mind!! Or get'cha neck broke!!
Mad cuz I got ounces like big bars of soap!!
Lookin' at'chall through my scope!! Cuz all this hatin' gotta cease!!
Don't trip!! I'll split'cho wig!! And leave you with uh crease!!
I'm utamed like uh wild beast!!
You wanna go in that water,up against Reap?!
Thats like ya peeing in the Mediterranean Sea!!
Where all the sharks!! Piranhas!! And lobsters be!! You won't last long!!
Plus,the crime cannot be solved!! So Fuck Sherlock Holmes!!
Grim Reapor is known for bustin' uh few domes!! Stealin' uh few Souls!!
You know that little Nigga from 6th & B!! With the 6 golds!!
Stompin' over them Haters!! Thats why they drove!!
Hatin' cuz my lyrics got miles than the spill-way!!
On the real,we gonna make uh mill today!! Huhh-Brah?!
[Lil Ya]
CH'YEAH!!! MY NIGGAs IN THIS MUTHAPHUKKA!!! BLAZIN-SOUTH!!!
REPPIN' THE MUTHAPHUKKIN' PLAYERs,ALL OVER THE WORLD!!!
YA HORD MEY?!?!?! YOU KNOW HOW WE DO!!!
AND ITs THE "U"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! N.L.V.!!!YA BI-YATCH!!!
MY NIGGA RICASHAY KICKED IT OFF!!! DH THE GREAT FOLLOWED!!!
AND REAPOR FINISHED THE MUTHAPHUKKA!!!
AND SINISTA ON THE FIYAH!!! FIYAH ASS TRACK!!!
YA HORD-YA HORD-YA HORD. . . . . . . . . . ME?!?!?!
[Chorus: Lil Ya]
Ain't Nothin' But Players In Here!!
If Yous Uh Hater!! GET THE FUCK!!!
Niggas!! Get Buck!! Ladys!! Throw Ya Drinks Up!!
Hater Act Up!! Watch Uh Hater Get Snuck!!
WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!
YOU'RE FUCKIN' AWESOME,MAN!!!
Words like boy what is you doin' you created that shit
Chorus:
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
First verse
{yella boy}
Causin' my trouble seven days a week
Mami couldn't find a nice neighbor just to watch me
Them people round the corner talkin' bout I'm just to wild
Grownups on my back bout they can never change my style
Ya said at a young age a nigga couldn't fuck
I'm peepin' out the girlie's up the block to get my dick sucked
Now I'm a hit the rope for three days that's the word
Call my aunti will you watch him he ain't workin' on my nerves
So I'm stuck with my mama bout to jet straight out of town
I was waitin' on a greyhound so you know I had to clown
Yes I'm array array oh it's late time to catch some z's
Greyhound number seven all you heard was quiet please
Just diggin' around the luggage hopin' I can find a gangster gun
(boy get out of shit) suck my dick I'm havin' fun
But all my life I wonder if a nigga just behave they said
Chorus:
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Second verse:
{yella boy}
Now I reached double figures and I'm at the age of twelve
You can never beat my talent so bitch don't tell me to go to hell
I'm just a young and hard menace drivin' everything in site
If you got a lil' bet tell that sucker I want a bite
I went to cargo loofa with the polo and the jeans
Couldn't be no fuckin' hoe you had to strap to see this dick
Much trouble mo trouble that's all a lil' one know
It will never ever stop me and that's another thing I know
For all my life I always wonder what it meant to behave they said
Chorus:
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Third verse:
{yella boy}
A nigga is much older they got someone to content me
But I like just like that while respect you know I'm kickin' it
It was ruff back in the days I learned my fuckin' lesson
I went to jail as a juvie I caught with smith and wesson
Now have you heard that sayin' it'll be greater later
I know that sayin' true because I got mannie on the turn table
I had to stop bein' a clown had to turn my life around
Signed with cash money you know the "u" is never goin' down
Still causin' trouble but this time it's done the right way
Rippin' the fuckin' mic up all you suckers better make way
I'm mad as a muthafucker in this bitch to win it
My pockets is gettin' bigger and this only the begin'
All my life I wonder what it was to behave they said
Chorus:
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
When I was young I wasn't nothin' bout trouble
[Lil' Ya]
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
[Tec-9]
You got to know how to roll, you got to know what to do
You got to make them stanky hoes pop that pussy for you
Cuz every time I throw down Uptown, the people gather round
To them bitches on the side they keep jockin' my sound
That's how it is, that's how it goes
To them nigga's on the side they ain't nothin' but hoes
I keep makin' 'em think I business but I'm still comin' at'cha
Take it to Slim, and wrestle ya I'm a have to pimp slap ya
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
Why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
[Yella Boy]
When I thinkin' of a motherfucker right I'm gettin' pissed
Talkin' about the Dissy Dance how they had that bitch
Who I'm talkin' to, yes you not the Allah Hand's
Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
Nigga get yo mind right, or get beat up
You better be yo fuckin' self, before ya
Find yo self stumped
[Chorus: Yella Boy and Lil' Ya]
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
Why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
[Lil' Ya]
How can I kick it off, or should I kick the new shit or
Maybe I can talk about a another bitch always
Suckin' a nigga dick, well I'm a kick it like this
Cuz I'm kinda mad, that make us feel like
We a king so I'm kinda glad
You know them nigga's that be bitin' another
Nigga shit you ain't respectin' bitch so get yo own shit
The capital Y-A is from the Three U.N.L.V.
This some shit that you bit from me
Toss a dog bitch to yo motherfuckin' boy
I orginated that, cuz I'm the real McCoy
I say a doggin' doggin' doggin' hoe
You got it from me I'm from the Third Ward nigga and
I love to "G" you's a stupid motherfucker cuz you jockin'
My style I got to send a fuckin' shout out to my boy Juvenile
You's a stupid bitch, cuz you not one of the fella's
Every thing you say you got it from Tec, Ya, Yella
[Chorus: Tec-9]
[Tec-9]
Wusup nigga, why ya wanna still my rhymes
Cuz you know fuckin' well there's only one Tec-9
I'm kickin' it loud, so fuck the job, I make 'em clap to this
Play yo self for a beatin' cuz I'm gettin' pissed
I say ya shakin' it washin' it dizzy
It ain't about that, you got to know how to keep
Yo pocket's fat
[Chorus: Tec-9 and Lil' Ya]
[Yella Boy]
You bitin' and you snipin' and I don't like that
Keep sweatin' my style and I'm a go get my gat
For all you rappin' ass nigga's talkin' bout the
Trues and Bauds I got my nigga Tec-9
Kickin' it and shakin' it bout them hoes
Bitch stop talkin' that shit
Cuz my boy Lil' Ya talkin' shit about another bitch
The Eddie Eddie Bow Dance you got it from me
I'm from the Third Ward sucker's that 1-2-3
[Chorus: Yella Boy and Lil' Ya]
[Lil' Ya]
I'm takin' a bitch to the Roshambeau
Then to the Sugar Bowl, doin' a show
Makin' the whole crowd roar
Ya see my name is Lil' Ya and I'm down for my crown
I hope you know that the "U" is for Uptown
My boy Tee is the type, that love's to pull the trigger
I hope you know that the motherfuckin' "N" is for Nigga's
My boy Gary love to fight, he not down with killin'
I hope you know the motherfuckin' "L" is for Livin'
Tec is kickin' a kickin' kickin' it so you know he not stylin'
I hope you know that motherfuckin' "V" is for Violent
My boy Moe is in the house, you know I can't forget
Hey Shaw, peep the gat and always reach yo dick
I gotta holla at some real old gee's
My nigga Baby and Slim and my motherfuckin' boy Shorty
[Chorus: Yella Boy]
[Yella Boy]
As I grew up to leaches on a lurk
But a nigga heard was shit while I was doin' them a drink
I remember the next night, I should because it was long
I got loaded of that Gin, I looked around and heard my song
A nigga be sweatin' but I got to learn to let it
I'm the one gettin' paid them sucker's still try'na get it
[Chorus x2: Lil' Ya]
{Lil' Ya}
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. nigga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
[Lil Ya Talking]
I got a trick for all these hoes thats out here sucking dick
[Chorus]
I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
Cause I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
[Verse 1: Lil Ya]
I say biiiiitch stop talkin' that shit
You sucked a nigga dick for an outfit
So wont ya do that dance, ya shakin' that thing
I'ma buy that hoe some onion rings
Biiiiitch stop talkin' that shit
Ya sucked a nigga dick for some K-Swiss
And if i bust four nuts I'ma put ya in shop
And ya aint gettin' no Reeboks
6 plus 6 pick up the sticks
I'ma get the hoe hair fixed
And if I think the hoe love me
Thinkin' of me
I'ma buy the hoe a polo rug-be
And if ya shirt dont fit, it might be too small
I'ma let that bitch suck between my balls
So biiiiiitch lets have sex
I'ma give ya 20 dollars out my next pay check
I pull a pussy nigga caaaaaard
Cause I'ma gangsta ass nigga from the 3rd ward
You see i pull a pussy nigga caaaaard
Cause I'ma gangsta ass nigga from the 3rd ward
So wont ya run and get the gat for me
Cause I'ma gangsta ass nigga at 18
I said a run and get the gat fa me
Cause I'ma gangsta ass nigga at 18
You see i met this hoe about a month ago
Her rap was so low she had the high pro glow
And when I asked her name and she did the same
I took her to the Roshambo and entertain
Now this bitch that i met
Her name was Yevette
I hit her from the back and made the pussy hoe wet
That pussy started FARTIN' and makin' noise
I said ya bend down when ya finish, wont ya fuck my boy
She fucked my boy Tec cause he made the bitch scury
Tec when ya finish wont ya toss her to Geary
Geary when ya finish dont bring her to me
Jus drag that bitch to my nigga T
T when ya finish dont you go slow
Just toss that bitch to my boy Lil Moe
Moe when ya finish dont trick Mc Donalds
Just pass that bitch to my nigga Lil Ronald
Ronald when ya finish dont put on ya sirene
Just pass that bitch to my nigga Tyrelle
Tyrelle when you finish you know what to do
Drag that bitch to my nigga Slew
Slew when ya finish dont you go take a piss
Cause I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
[Hook]
Talk some more shit about another bitch
Talk some more shit about another bitch
Cause I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
And I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
The next hoe I met had gold that shine
her name was Sabrina, she was short and big fine
I met her one sunday hangin' out at night
I said bitch wont ya come and ride my dick like a bike
She got in my car and tried to play that role
Thats when i hit it down Ellen's and i hit the sugar boat
Now we in the hotel about a quarter to 6
I'm layin' on my back and she's ridin' my dick
She started rollin' hard so i said get up
And bitch put it in ya mouth so i could bust me a nut
I busted in her mouth and my cum went far
The bitch went to sleep and then i jetted in my car
Now Sabrina is a dog ya see
2 weeks later that bitch fucked my boy Geary
I'ma gangsta ass nigga and I'm not a trick
So I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
[Hook]
Talk some more shit about another bitch
Talk some more shit about another bitch
Cause I'ma talk some more shit about another bitch
And I'ma talk some more shit about another biiiiiiitch
[Lil Ya Talking]
Lil Ya in the house
I'm bout to pass this mic to my motherfucking boy, Tec-9
Cause bitch put UNLV on the motherfucking map, Ya hord me
...I'ma let my boy Tec-9 show ya what we got
[Verse 3: Tec-9]
I got alot a dog bitches on my list
Who be fuckin' fa outfits and undercover suckin' dicks
I think about this hoes all the time
So I'ma take them off my mind and put them hoes in my fuckin' rhyme
Its time to kick it about this bitch named Sharlene
She was short and real ugly but the pussy was clean
And I'ma talk about her dog ass bad
And if ya dont like what I'm sayin' you can lick my ass
Its time to kick it about this bitch named Roshawn
She was a sweet red girl
But she had no mind
I met her in school just before lunch time
I told her that I love her and the pussy was mine
Dont get mad if ya in my rhyme
Alot a people talk about you so its not the first time
[Hook]
So biiiitch dont you be mad
I put you in my song so you should be glad
Biiiiitch dont you be mad
I put you in my song so you should be glad
You aint nuttin' but a 3rd ward clown
Ya played hard to get but now I'm dickin' ya down
You aint nuttin' but a 3rd ward clown
Ya played hard to get but now I'm dickin' ya down
[Verse 4: Tec-9]
While my nigga Lil Fat is talkin' shit about another bitch
I'ma tell you bout this hoe who sucked my dick
Her name was Denise she had real big hips
So I took her to my house so she can work them lips
We did it on the bed and then we moved to the floor
And then she sucked my dick like a specialized pro
So biiitch dont scream and shout
If my dick is too big put it back in ya mouth
Biiiitch dont scream and shout
If my dick is too big put it back in ya mouth
You aint nuttin' but a stupid ass bitch
You used to stay to yourself but now you suckin them dicks
You aint nuttin' but a stupid ass bitch
You used to stay to yourself but now you suckin them dicks
[Hook]
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Shake, shake that ass fa my nigga T
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Pop, pop that pussy fa my boy lil Geary
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Twerk, twerk that ass for the M-o-e
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Pop, pop that pussy fa the F-a-t
[Verse 5: Tec-9]
Lemmie kick it bout this hoe that everybody should know
She never had her hair fixed and always wear the same clothes
Her name was Tira i dont know whats up
Alot a niggas talk about her but the bitch can fuck
So biiitch come and ride my dick like a bike
And I'ma buy you a 5th next sunday night
Biiitch come and ride my dick like a bike
And I'ma buy you a 5th next sunday night
[Hook]
You aint nuttin' but a trick fa clothes
You had caps in ya mouth and you thought they was real golds
You aint nuttin' but a trick fa clothes
You had caps in ya mouth and you thought they was real golds
[Verse 6: Tec-9]
Lemmie tell you bout this time I fucked this bitch named Dionne
The pussy was so good I almost lost my mind
Now Dionne has a cousin who moves real fast
So I played her to the left so I can hit that ass
I got to kick it bout this nasty bitch
I'm not 'gon say her real name but I call her Trish
Trish is a girl that i used to like
'Till she dropped on he knees and sucked my dick one night
She sucked my dick p 'till I caught me a nut
And then I took it out her mouth and put it straight in her butt
[Hook]
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Shake, shake that ass fa my nigga T
Bounce, boucne fa UNLV
Pop, pop that pussy fa my boy lil Geary
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Twerk, twerk that ass for the M-o-e
Bounce, bounce fa UNLV
Shake, shake that ass fa the F-a-t
[Verse 7: Tec-9]
All the bitches in the back if ya down with Tec
Drop down to your knees and put your lips in affect
All the fellas in the house if ya have not heard
My name is Tec-9 and I'm from that 3rd
So I'm kickin it for them hoes
Them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-kickin it-Kickin it-kickin it fa them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-kickin it fa them hoes
Them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-kickin it-Kickin it-kickin it fa them dog ass hoes
KIckin it-Kickin it fa them hoes
Them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-Kick-kick-kick-kickin it fa them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-kickin it fa them hoes
Them dog ass hoes
Kickin it-kickin it-Kickin it-kickin it fa them dog ass hoes
[Tec-9: Talking]
The U is for Uptown (uptown)
The N is fa Niggaz (niggaz)
The L is for Livin (livin')
The V is for Violent (fuckin violent)
The U is for Uptown (uptown)
The N is fa Niggaz (niggaz)
The L is for Livin (livin')
The V is for Violent (fuckin violent)
Lil Ya in the House
Tec-9 in the house
Put UNLV on the map ya heard me
[Jamaican: Talkin]
Original dan-da-da mi say boy, uh boy (it aint over yet)
Original dan-da-da mi say boy
[Tec-9: talkin]
(All right yall, all right yall)
Return of UNLV nigga (all right yall), Trend Setters (all right yall)
Get at me, (all right yall) what (All right yall)
Trend setter fa ya ass
[Jamaican]
Lil Ya run the beat now boy one time
{Verse 1: Lil Ya}
Peep it, It aint over ya'll I got some shit on my chest
These niggaz bitin our beats givin me reasons to flex
You know they know, when we catch em we gon rag em
Tie them clowns up 3rd ward style, commits to drag 'em
Through the fuckin river, shit is realer than it ever been
Them sucka's playin knowin how the "U" spin the bin
And when I'm mad aint no tellin what Lil Ya do
Run in yo crib, kill yo kids and ya Mama too
Then find you and make you pay fa what you done to my dog
30, 30 gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off
I fuck with Marlbaro to try to keep my self stable
Loadin guns at the brown table
Now I'm able, capable to take another one out
Loose lips, sank ships shouldnt of been runnin ya mouth
now I'ma ride out after I kill and destroy
This is revenge fa my lil nigga...
[Tec-9]
Bad Ass Yella Boy
[Hook x2]
[Tec-9]
Now you could copy all ya wanna, you could even try to sing it
But none of yall niggaz can bring it like we bring it
[Lil Ya]
This aint no remake horsenapper we the real MCcoys
This is revenge fa my lil nigga...
[Tec-9]
Bad Ass Yella Boy
[Verse 2: Tec-9]
Clique tight with my group and I'm lettin them guns rang
Matched up, dressed in black and I'm throwin them thangs
Kept it low and on the tuck for about 4 years
But now you niggaz gotta pay there's, no more tears
Now a rumor done got out that UNLV's comin again
Motha fucka that means that nobody sells tapes again
Took a blow to the group, but we troops: We never die
I told ya'll motha fuckers time after time
We Uptown Niggaz Livin Violent, violent
Now I'ma ride for the sake of just ridin
The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and now they hidin
Revenge fa what ya'll did to one of my friends
I got my money right so we could go to war, spin the bin
All that yappin but I'll get loaded again
Dont make me shoot a bag and go to cave ya bitches chest in
Now I'ma ride after I kill and destroy
This is revenge fa my lil nigga Bad Ass Yella Boy
Call shots like yall get blood clots, dont try nigga
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Lil Ya & Tec-9]
[Ya]
We come to drag 'em once again spin the bin with the 4-10
Leavin a note around his neck that reads:
[Tec]
Yella revenge
[Ya]
I caught him slippin at the liquor store
Cock the four, kick the door, he scream like a hoe
"Ya dont shoot me no more" (fa sho)
[Tec]
You betta be lookin for some bullet proof head gear
Fuck the dumb shit I'm takin dome shots this year
Knock ya down like they did the St. Thomas
Leave bitches in shock and niggaz next to comas
[Ya]
Look, I wait behind the mailbox, my disquise is smooth
Fitted like a business man rockin Timberland boots
Smokin the Gru that I told ya put the evil on my mind
While I wait to buck this nigga with this nine, so stop cryin
[Tec]
Which one of you motha fuckers got the nuts to run up on us?
Get sliced up by us, when I get to use the Mac ninety
Get real grimey, skedatle to the West where you cant find me
I can mother fucker do a 90
[Ya]
I got these niggaz hostage, this bitin gotta stop bitch
Everything we make you bitches jockin tryna copy it
[Tec]
Ride on out, I dont want no mother fuckin dap
Now who killed my boy Yella aka Fella?
Hard head rapper crushin ya bone
[Ya]
I be eager to kill a nigga dump his body in the river
On the realla boy I'ma familiar Guerrilla
[Tec]
Ya'll know I'm steady thuggin
Huffin and puffin you niggaz buggin
The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and start the bustin
[3 Gun Shots]
[Hook x2]
[Lil Ya Talkin]
Jeah, jeah UNLV nigga, Trend Setters
Representin fa life
We do our thing nigga, we brang it
Jeah my nigga Sinista fiyah ass nigga on the trizzack
Ya Hoooorrdd Me?
Uh huh, and um, and um
Uh-oh uh-oh, uh-oh
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Rule one, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
Don't trip, I'mma give ya the game like I'm supposed to
Late, let a true playa show ya
Don't front because ya know a nigga know ya
Heard that, you only give it up to soldja's
Runnin around, break bread lovin' the sound
Get down! Get-get-get down!
Strip sounds, make a bitch clown
We lounge, all around up-town
Stank bitch, rock dick in their mouth
Quick flip, hit the ass, touch her up in her mouth
???, Best dressed, plus I'm holdin it down
Sharp shave, catch the Braves, straight from up-town
Street bitch, pretty whipped, with the flow on the dex
Act bad, ????????????
Fat ass, nipples hard, and she's breakin the law
Givin me head in the truck, while she swallowin it up
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
I gotta lotta dope bitches on my mind
But I won't allow bitches, to waste my time
After a couple of albums, I seek my prime
But I still got the urge to put 'em in my rhyme
That's right I'm ? and I gotta flex
Stupid bitch act bad, and I just holla next
I get a convex if you come to my complex
Act bad, don't wanna have sex
Gettin paid, feelin' played, ain't part of the strip
You better get money, stop tryin to flip
Won't ya pop, won't ya pop girl just don't stop
Just work that thang for ya boy lila
Big hips, big lips, thats a model bitch
Hit the flo, bend it over, and wobble it
Cocky built, cocky built, she makin me hot
Bend ya ass, back it up, break it down - booty bop
Rule 1, gotta have her shaped like a bottle
Two, then you gotta walk like a model
Three, then you gotta show me you can wobble
Work That Thang
(x2)
Shake wit it, ya gotta have some bump wit it
Fuck wit it, if ya wanna you can bop wit it
I don't see nothin wrong...if ya wanna show that thong
Like Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On
Everytime ya hear this song, work it baby like ya grown
Holla at ya boy, girl make it known
Like em tall, big fine, real cute in the face,
36 inch tits, 24 inch waist
Black skin, red bone, it don't matter to me
As long as ya fuck like ya ?
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