Текст песни UNLV - Nigga Im Bout It, слова песни UNLV

Текст песни UNLV - Nigga Im Bout It

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{talking}Motherfuckers I got kids, I dont them listenin to that bullshitFuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stopHow can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of itChorus: {u.n.l.v.}Its an uptown thing and we bout itPartners-n-crime motherfuckers you aint bout itIts an uptown thing and we bout itNow jubilee motherfucker you aint bout itIts a third ward nigga its a third ward niggaIts a third ward nigga and we bout itVerse one: {lil ya}Misdemeanor motherfucker you cant face meTurned out I was fuckin yo boy third ol ladyGot mad bullets on ya they said you wasnt homeYeah, you pissed on our set up early in the morninIt had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was thereI would have put the fuckin tec in yo face andSent yo bitch ass where you belongThey dont even have a fuckin set called airhorne and claiborneSo whatcha want to do throw yo shit upI say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss upBy me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth andYou still talkin noise tryna get yo rep on knowin that you fakeApologzin to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on meLike I told you before cuz you and yo boys at big boyAint nothin but hoes I pulled deadly holocustYou tried to make peace not knowin I was strappedHe tried to give me dap and prime yous a bitch you weak!Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speakBut I got love for them fakein ass hustlersPussy motherfucka! dick takin busters!{chorus}Verse two: {tec-9}Dont get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,Partners-n-crime, yall bitches mad cuz cah money didnt wantcha,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 ima keep it real cuz 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, whatcha 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 Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,But try to turn my fans against me,Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin with me,Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t,All my niggas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 yall bitches cant see me,My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,The deadly game of come upBiddy bye bye, nigga dont try,Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz ima hitcha 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 yall aint sure about me, because Im shootin atcha head g,You play the role of a man,But partners-n-crime, yall aint nothin but pussies in a can,Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,Its goin down at night,And you dont see me cuz Im not in sight,Two of you muthafuckas wasnt 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 whatcha made of nigga,You started this shit, now ima finish it off bitchVerse three: {yella boy}Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrongAnd I know yall been waitin on this God damn hit songLet me drop some gangster lyrics on this track manComin like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopinIts about time we close shop for these niggasReppin on a nigga tryna make they name biggerThey actin like they bout it knowin they aint bout itIm a catch em by theyself yeah they heart I got itBut see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that tenHe tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget aboutNew orleans rap game tryna to drop some lyricsBoo-koo dress man you know you lameNigga you need to quit with that shit that aint itYou almost caught the rape charge bitch you wouldve been sickBut anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take? Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powderYou two motherfuckin hoes tryna run one timeBut first, what about the crowd that did that danceEddie bow, you thought the twerk would work andRock the crowd its unbelievable, hoe its a ghettoBetter yet my shop where I go and make my roundsI aint no joke Im on a real big boy big boyMy only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me? He cant cuz he gay, watch out for the stickThe gangster tried to run up but we dropped emLike a hoe, fight em like carl lewis in the ringThen started to get to stabbin leave a trickCuz, Im stunn hard you bests get the right toolsBack up on magi noo, prime time you a bitchI cant let you slide cuz I got that feelinYou lookin like a punk by the eyesYou know that ass hopin that body still movinNever talk that shit till I get to the stage soonerYou never go huh you never go what"nigga you aint talkin you better keep myMotherfuckin name out yo motherfuckin mouthBefore you get yo motherfuckin head bust"Im talkin to you mystikal Im a leave yo assIncabale condtion motherfucker I hope you takeThis time longIm sick of tired, Im sick of tiredOf you bitches playin with meIm free the three so respect u.n.l.v.I told you once, I told ya twiceWe not nice yall first mind lead wrongYou should have thought twiceTryna diss yall thought we had dismissedYall missed like tryna dissin like thatLeft yo back, that yo wife is wackCuz thats a fact, and we back cuz Im aBad a yella boyMaybe thats why they slip so hardBut fuck it, Im a jump in my carI told yall once before, Im not no little boyShop closed cuz of the thirdMotherfuck! a big boy{chorus}

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Nigga Im Bout It

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