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{U. N. L. V. Talking}Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin` houseMac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahahaChorus: {Tec-9}Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em UpWatch `em bleed to death Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin` yo last breathChorus: {Lil` Ya}Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em UpWatch `em bleed to death Ya played with the Lil` Ya now ya takin` yo last breathChorus: {Yella Boy}Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em UpWatch `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 rumbleI look back I see nigga`s bustin` I`m out numberedTry`na take my head off, but I was kind of luckyThese nigga`s slipped, and they bustin`, but couldn`t get meHad to put my Monte Carlo away got myself an forty-five>From my nigga, who live close around the wayNow I got to find that nigga, I`m gonna stalk that niggaI`m gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the triggerLike John Wayne, I`m handy with the steel when it`s time to killMan I handle my business strickly on the real Chorus{Lil` Ya}Pop `em up, pop `em up, spttin` bullets at yo assNow it`s time to make a Third Ward dashBut first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word`sYou makin` me sick with all that hoe shit you got onMy last nerves, I had to get my strap and go Bam!You say I`m insane, now it`s time to let myMotherfuckin` nut`s hang and spit on you nigga`sI don`t need star`s on my chest to make my fuckin` name biggerI`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`tSee no disguise, cuz I`m real ain`t no fuckin` boy in meI was an hustler, and now I`m a "G"I got real nigga`s by my side, don`t fuck with the fake kindThis is for you disser`s now I know I`m on yo mindChorus{Yella Boy}Money in the power brand new Eddie BauerOff up into this day, I don`t know why that shit was sourYou was supposed to be my hommie from the old schoolAnother good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain`t coolWe used to play ball, back up in the park when we was smallHe saw me hustlin` on the set, he told me to give him a callI hit him all alone eight o`clock we supposed to meetClaim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin` streetHe said for three g`s he hook me up real swellI told him it was on the bin and I didn`t know how I feltWe meet by the old dump, cuz them people hotGlad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glockWhen I got there, he was ready to make the switchRaise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin` ditchIt was a nigger, try`na kill me, I`m smooth like a canonI jetted off bustin`, I`m a show `em I`ll be backChorus{Tec-9}Fool I grew here, not flew here and y`all bitches new hereYou pulled out yo gun and didn`t use it, you lost yo selfI`m a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitchSixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the doorHow many you know, somebody rappin` fire up in LugerI haven`t seen a nigga like this cry beforeYou best`s to run when ya hear the sound of my gun goBluka! Bluka! like Lil` G, y`all can`t stop a killerA drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillarI`m known Uptown for bein` realer then aTwenty dollar bill with skills to make a pealDon`t slip up, don`t fuck up cuz I`ma have toPop you upChorus{Lil` Ya}Boom Boom Boom, it`s the sound that you deadWith a bullet in yo motherfuckin` headI`m comin` hard out the motherfuckin` 1-2-3 and yesI`m poppin` these motherfuckers up constantly andMotherfuckers know they can`t handle meThem 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 familyWith 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 cuzYou tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin` meal`s stackSeven guy`s told me, yo first mind never leads you wrongFace to face motherfucker, now you know it`s onThe first time, I went out like a fuckin` soldierA sloppy job on yo car, I`m back just like I told`chaYo eye`s buck, as you was talkin` on a pay phoneYou tried to reach, it`s to late buckshot`s in yo domeYo boy`s froze in the car in a state of shockTec got the tec and got to poppin` till he empty the glockI`m not the one, we fuck shit up and outie seeCuz we violatin` out of our territoryBut when we come, we gonna come and get the job doneFuck all that figurin` and frontin` and twerk up if ya want someWe left `em bleedin`, start to greetin` back stabbin` bitchThe war is on, so bring it on cuz next`s on the listThe rest of you worker`s stand down with that funny shitChorus

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