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u.n.l.v. - black connection!! 226 lyrics

first verse [kilo-g]:

now if i step up on you with two nine millimeters
n-gga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener
or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case
no d-mned description n-gga cuz only you saw my face
but it’s far too late for snitch and flatline time
got caught in my hood slippin’, flatline time b-tch
optimals and fried pita and sh-t
only enhances the chances of cowards gettin’ they dome split
i roll with, k!llas who that reside and blunt fillas
and in our midst is this thug -ss n-gga tryin’ to get bigger
]from quarters to keys i be runnin’ in and out
every m-th-f-ckin’ house, in the cut, goin’ for the green
protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it’s all death
in the hood where n-ggas can’t trust they own crew
but i got doggs worldwide i thought you knew

second verse [lil’ ya]:

i wanna take a trip to cuba and parle’ in the bay
play with the b-tches in havana and come back with the yay
front all my n-ggas nothin’ left but qb’s
sit back like a fat cat and count nothin’ but g’s
the first mill that i make-uh, buy alot of acres
plant all my weed, n-gga what’cha need?
can you picture just predict how to stunt a l!ck
i done drove to hammon and came back with some sh-t
call it yayo, and the other sh-t just call it brown
some fools lay it down, then act a clown
call me sousa, i toss a, bird in a matter of minutes
you want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me
i got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw
i even got flip a dime for them rock stars
i’m the richest, infamous, and they can feel this
commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia
you can’t stop us, f-ck them choppers
we got grenades, drop one then our work will be done
now we done handled that, let’s get some herb out the mac
and f-ck parle’n, let’s find somebody else to jack

third verse [b.g.]:

n-ggas in trouble cuz the b.g. behind the trigger
stompin’ like a savage i split yo m-th-f-ckin’ cabbage
it’s a habit to grab it, when i see it i gotta get it
don’t deny me n-gga or your wig i’m gone have to split it
my name ring a bell, cuz i’m as real as they come
i’m young and i act a donkey, uptown is where i’m from
i’m full of that monkey, you want some? i spit arrows like cupid
but mine ain’t comin’ out barrels or that dope, n-gga i get stupid
i get upset, i leave a n-gga wet
i left two bodies on macnester that them people ain’t found yet
if you beefin’ with me, say your prayers
i been in gangsta sh-t four years
huntin’ n-ggas down like reindeers
oh lord i got my m-th-f-ckin’ hands on a cannon
so i’ma open a n-gga up like the grand canyon
n-ggas amazed, i hit the block with a.k’s
i spray, get out the block or get grazed, m-th-f-cka
you got the yay? i gots to have it, give it up n-gga
you play the role like you so hard and you get plucked n-gga
i got a k, but with two q.p.’s, i’m goin’ in
through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
lay it down, hand it over
i told ya, don’t be stingy n-gga or death is gettin’ closer
baby gangsta comin’ for a b-tch
uptown’s the sh-t, b.c. two two six is the clique!
v.l. n-gga, philip & clara, is where you can find us
eatin’ that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders

fourth verse [tec-9]:

i move much boyd to increase the leave
you b-tches can’t f-ck with me
cuz i repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin’ devious
even the unfortunate, i’m leavin’ behind no one
scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself
lookin’ out for my n-ggas on the ramp and the melph
since i was a shorty, hangin’ out with the bigger n-ggas
sittin’ on corners, pullin’ triggers
now who’s next to catch this reckless n-gga out of order?
lookin’ for my next way to come up
n-gga don’t run up, you see how fast i throw my f-ckin’ gun up
for the fun of it, cuz i’m lovin’ this game
that brings me money and power, i’m never leavin’ the game
gimme a reason, my att-tude changes like a season
i’m slowly, but surely slowin’ up for southern reasons
the heat is comin’, it’s comin’ to get’cha
i catch’cha slippin’ in my hood somebody’s gonna wet’cha
hold up, that three is only bout that paper
if you got it better hide it cuz we bout some capers
i take a ride straight philip & clara
see nothin’ but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros
and i be f-ckin’ with the rico suave
now why they, wanna playa hate on me?
cuz i’m nothin’ but a g
wingkit hits and rims
the effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by
sound and a/c now maybe i’ll scoop you up
you shoot back at the two two six, and i’ll shoot you up
boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up
you dead and gone, no more problems i’m the problem solver

fifth verse [ms. tee]

i don’t want no drug dealers out there gettin’ robbed and k!lled
i want n-ggas and n-ggas and n-ggas to be real
i got a shop, and we stay in good health
so n-gga keep your business to your f-ckin’ self
f-ck a dopeman’s bit, f-ck that dumb sh-t
i’m not droppin’ off of regals and i’m sure not high off dope
so keep that sh-t from round my child
if somethin’ happen to her, i’ma have to go buck wild
and i’m gonna go crazy
because this n-gga gone have us pushin’ up daisies
so n-gga keep it f-ckin’ real
that’s why half of you m-th-f-ckas always gettin’ k!lled
all you care about is your kilo’s and your hoes
and what a bomb i’m gonna drop on them kilos
ain’t that a trip? and don’t be sellin’ n-gga, and ain’t hittin’ on sh-t
that’s why i got your -ss in insurance b-tch

sixth verse [yella]:

i pulls up in my newly
painted blue ‘nee
completely out of my own mind
determined, to be a legend in my own time
and that’s why, you gots to watch the drive-by
my trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at’cha body
i’m here to make you bleed indeed
eyes closed, so i flee to my destiny
collectin’ cheese on his head which is twenty g’s
see, i takes have and invests in some c0ke
i flip the sack just twice, hit the money then i go and choke
i’m on a come up, still comin’ as i’m runnin’ as i’m gunnin’
n-ggas down with that frontin’
or that’s the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block
i won’t stop, livin’ lavish, makin’ hoe -ss n-ggas vanish
if the snaps are over your scalp, then i come to bust your f-ckin’ cabbage
like j.y.d., i’ll thump ya, bust your rump
i’m comin’ twerkin’ with the fat fully automatic
dont’ panic when it’s time for you to hit the canvas
the fellas back bringin’ the blues to you fools
i call a shot, then i plot n-gga got dropped
i chop’em dead and make em dead white folks
like c-loc, i will, split yo -ss up for real
upsettin’ your nerves, makin’ sure your -ss never rests
watch them clockers b-tch i’m due at any given time
i’m a dog behind the fetty, so somebody’s dyin’
family’s cryin’, i don’t give a f-ck
cuz have a conscience
dump your body between homer and hammon
just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon
yeah, i’ll come and stomp ya if the price is right
so won’t you come on down?
and meet this clown with over a hundred rounds
it’s horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period

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