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U.N.L.V.
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Pop 'Em Up
{u. n. l. v. talking} Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin house Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha
Chorus:{tec-9} Pop em up, pop em up Watch em bleed to death Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breath
Chorus: {lil ya} Pop em up, pop em up Watch em bleed to death Ya played with the lil ya now ya takin yo last breath
Chorus: {yella boy} Pop em up, pop em up Watch 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 rumble I look back I see niggas bustin Im out numbered Tryna take my head off, but I was kind of lucky These niggas slipped, and they bustin, but couldnt get me Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five >from my nigga, who live close around the way Now I got to find that nigga, Im gonna stalk that nigga Im gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger Like john wayne, Im handy with the steel when it's time to kill Man I handle my business strickly on the real
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{lil ya} Pop em up, pop em up, spttin bullets at yo ass Now it's time to make a third ward dash But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo words You makin me sick with all that hoe shit you got on My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam! You say Im insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin nuts hang and spit on you niggas I don't need stars on my chest to make my fuckin name bigger Im 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 wont See no disguise, cuz Im real aint no fuckin boy in me I was an hustler, and now Im a g I got real niggas by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind This is for you dissers now I know Im on yo mind
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{yella boy} Money in the power brand new eddie bauer Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit aint cool We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small He saw me hustlin on the set, he told me to give him a call I hit him all alone eight oclock we supposed to meet Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin street He said for three gs he hook me up real swell Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt We meet by the old dump, cuz them people hot Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock When I got there, he was ready to make the switch Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin ditch It was a nigger, tryna kill me, Im smooth like a canon I jetted off bustin, Im a show em I'll be back
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{tec-9} Fool I grew here, not flew here and yall bitches new here You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self Im a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door How many you know, somebody rappin fire up in luger I haven't seen a nigga like this cry before You bests to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go Bluka! bluka! like lil g, yall can't stop a killer A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar Im known uptown for bein realer then a Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal Don't slip up, don't fuck up cuz ima have to Pop you up
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{lil ya} Boom boom boom, it's the sound that you dead With a bullet in yo motherfuckin head Im comin hard out the motherfuckin 1-2-3 and yes Im poppin these motherfuckers up constantly and Motherfuckers know they can't handle me Them niggas 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 family With 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 cuz You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin meals stack Seven guys told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on The first time, I went out like a fuckin soldier A sloppy job on yo car, Im back just like I toldcha Yo eyes buck, as you was talkin on a pay phone You tried to reach, it's to late buckshots in yo dome Yo boys froze in the car in a state of shock Tec got the tec and got to poppin till he empty the glock Im not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see Cuz we violatin out of our territory But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done Fuck all that figurin and frontin and twerk up if ya want some We left em bleedin, start to greetin back stabbin bitch The war is on, so bring it on cuz nexts on the list The rest of you workers stand down with that funny shit
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