Текст песни UNLV - Yella`s Revenge
UNLV - Yella`s Revenge слова песни
{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 chestThese niggaz bitin our beats givin me reasons to flexYou know they know, when we catch em we gon rag emTie them clowns up 3rd ward style, commits to drag `emThrough the fuckin river, shit is realer than it ever beenThem sucka`s playin knowin how the "U" spin the binAnd when I`m mad aint no tellin what Lil Ya doRun in yo crib, kill yo kids and ya Mama tooThen find you and make you pay fa what you done to my dog30, 30 gettin dirty ready to take ya wig offI fuck with Marlbaro to try to keep my self stableLoadin guns at the brown tableNow I`m able, capable to take another one outLoose lips, sank ships shouldnt of been runnin ya mouthnow I`ma ride out after I kill and destroyThis is revenge fa my lil nigga...{Tec-9}Bad Ass Yella Boy{Hook 2x}[Tec-9]Now you could copy all ya wanna, you could even try to sing itBut none of yall niggaz can bring it like we bring it[Lil Ya]This aint no remake horsenapper we the real MCcoysThis 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 rangMatched up, dressed in black and I`m throwin them thangsKept it low and on the tuck for about 4 yearsBut now you niggaz gotta pay there`s, no more tearsNow a rumor done got out that UNLV`s comin againMotha fucka that means that nobody sells tapes againTook a blow to the group, but we troops: We never dieI told ya`ll motha fuckers time after timeWe Uptown Niggaz Livin Violent, violentNow I`ma ride for the sake of just ridinThe Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and now they hidinRevenge fa what ya`ll did to one of my friendsI got my money right so we could go to war, spin the binAll that yappin but I`ll get loaded againDont make me shoot a bag and go to cave ya bitches chest inNow I`ma ride after I kill and destroyThis is revenge fa my lil nigga Bad Ass Yella BoyCall shots like yall get blood clots, dont try nigga{Hook 2x}{Verse 3: Lil Ya & Tec-9}[Ya]We come to drag `em once again spin the bin with the 4-10Leavin a note around his neck that reads:[Tec]Yella revenge[Ya]I caught him slippin at the liquor storeCock 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 gearFuck the dumb shit I`m takin dome shots this yearKnock ya down like they did the St. ThomasLeave bitches in shock and niggaz next to comas[Ya]Look, I wait behind the mailbox, my disquise is smoothFitted like a business man rockin Timberland bootsSmokin the Gru that I told ya put the evil on my mindWhile 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 ninetyGet real grimey, skedatle to the West where you cant find meI can mother fucker do a 90[Ya]I got these niggaz hostage, this bitin gotta stop bitchEverything we make you bitches jockin tryna copy it[Tec]Ride on out, I dont want no mother fuckin dapNow 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 riverOn the realla boy I`ma familiar Guerrilla[Tec]Ya`ll know I`m steady thugginHuffin and puffin you niggaz bugginThe Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and start the bustin*3 Gun Shots*{Hook 2x}{Lil Ya Talkin}Jeah, jeah UNLV nigga, Trend SettersRepresentin fa lifeWe do our thing nigga, we brang itJeah my nigga Sinista fiyah ass nigga on the trizzackYa Hoooorrdd Me?Uh huh, and um, and umRest In Peace Yella, jeah