Текст песни UNLV - Nigga I`m bout It, слова песни UNLV

Текст песни UNLV - Nigga I`m bout It

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{Talking}Motherfuckers I got kids, I don`t 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.}It`s an Uptown thing and we bout itPartners-n-Crime motherfuckers you ain`t bout itIt`s an Uptown thing and we bout itNow Jubilee motherfucker you ain`t bout itIt`s a third ward nigga it`s a third ward niggaIt`s a third ward nigga and we bout itVerse One: {Lil` Ya}Misdemeanor motherfucker you can`t face me Turned out I was fuckin` yo boy third o`l ladyGot mad bullets on ya they said you wasn`t homeYeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin`It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was thereI 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 ClaiborneSo what`cha 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 try`na 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 BoyAin`t nothin` but hoes I pulled deadly holocust You tried to make peace not knowin` I was strappedHe tried to give me dap and Prime you`s 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}Don`t get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,Partners-N-Crime, y`all bitches mad cuz CaВ§h 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 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the change Big Boy was givin` ya,Said you like to fuck with that dope, what`cha talkin` bout?Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the South,But try to turn my fans against me,Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin` with me,Peanut, Dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga T,All my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 upBiddy bye bye, nigga don`t try,Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz 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 cuz 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 bitchVerse Three: {Yella Boy}Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrongAnd I know y`all 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 scopin`It`s about time we close shop for these niggasReppin` on a nigga try`na make they name biggerThey actin` like they bout it knowin` they ain`t bout itI`m 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 about New Orleans rap game try`na to drop some lyricsBoo-Koo dress man you know you lame Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ain`t itYou almost caught the rape charge bitch you would`ve been sickBut anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powderYou two motherfuckin` hoes try`na run one timeBut first, what about the crowd that did that danceEddie Bow, you thought the twerk would work andRock the crowd it`s unbelievable, hoe it`s a ghettoBetter yet my shop where I go and make my roundsI ain`t no joke I`m on a real Big Boy Big BoyMy only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?He can`t 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, I`m stun`n hard you best`s get the right toolsBack up on Magi Noo, Prime Time you a bitchI can`t let you slide cuz I got that feelin`You lookin` like a punk by the eyesYou know that ass hopin` that body still movin`Never talk that shit till I get to the stage soonerYou never go huh you never go what"Nigga you ain`t talkin` you better keep myMotherfuckin` name out yo motherfuckin` mouthBefore you get yo motherfuckin` head bust"I`m talkin` to you Mystikal I`m a leave yo assIncabale condtion motherfucker I hope you takeThis time long I`m sick of tired, I`m sick of tiredOf you bitches playin` with meI`m free the three so respect U.N.L.V.I told you once, I told ya twiceWe not nice y`all first mind lead wrongYou should have thought twice Try`na diss y`all thought we had dismissedY`all missed like try`na dissin` like thatLeft yo back, that yo wife is wack Cuz that`s a fact, and we back cuz I`m aBad AВ§В§ Yella Boy Maybe that`s why they slip so hardBut fuck it, I`m a jump in my carI told y`all once before, I`m not no little boyShop closed cuz of the third MotherFuck! a Big Boy{Chorus}

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