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Текст песни UNLV - Pop em Up

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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 deathYa played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breathChorus: {lil ya}Pop em up, pop em upWatch em bleed to deathYa played with the lil ya now ya takin yo last breathChorus: {yella boy}Pop em up, pop em upWatch em bleed to deathYa 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 niggas bustin Im out numberedTryna take my head off, but I was kind of luckyThese niggas slipped, and they bustin, but couldnt 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, Im gonna stalk that niggaIm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the triggerLike john wayne, Im handy with the steel when its time to killMan I handle my business strickly on the realChorus{lil ya}Pop em up, pop em up, spttin bullets at yo assNow its time to make a third ward dashBut first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo wordsYou makin me sick with all that hoe shit you got onMy last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!You say Im insane, now its time to let myMotherfuckin nuts hang and spit on you niggasI dont need stars on my chest to make my fuckin name biggerIm 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 wontSee no disguise, cuz Im real aint no fuckin boy in meI was an hustler, and now Im a "g"I got real niggas by my side, dont fuck with the fake kindThis is for you dissers now I know Im on yo mindChorus{yella boy}Money in the power brand new eddie bauerOff up into this day, I dont 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 aint 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 oclock we supposed to meetClaim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin streetHe said for three gs he hook me up real swellI told him it was on the bin and I didnt 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, tryna kill me, Im smooth like a canonI jetted off bustin, Im a show em Ill be backChorus{tec-9}Fool I grew here, not flew here and yall bitches new hereYou pulled out yo gun and didnt use it, you lost yo selfIm 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 havent seen a nigga like this cry beforeYou bests to run when ya hear the sound of my gun goBluka! bluka! like lil g, yall cant stop a killerA drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillarIm known uptown for bein realer then aTwenty dollar bill with skills to make a pealDont slip up, dont fuck up cuz ima have toPop you upChorus{lil ya}Boom boom boom, its the sound that you deadWith a bullet in yo motherfuckin headIm comin hard out the motherfuckin 1-2-3 and yesIm poppin these motherfuckers up constantly andMotherfuckers know they cant handle meThem niggas bein labeled as a third ward "g"Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankinGo to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo familyWith them tears in they eyes how did he die? As they cry, as they cry{yella boy}Slicky grease Im back, with my niggas and they gats cuzYou tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin meals stackSeven guys told me, yo first mind never leads you wrongFace to face motherfucker, now you know its onThe first time, I went out like a fuckin soldierA sloppy job on yo car, Im back just like I toldchaYo eyes buck, as you was talkin on a pay phoneYou tried to reach, its to late buckshots in yo domeYo boys froze in the car in a state of shockTec got the tec and got to poppin till he empty the glockIm 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 nexts on the listThe rest of you workers stand down with that funny shitChorus

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