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u.n.l.v. - drag 'em "n" tha river lyrics

[yella]
you fake cheerleadin’ b-tch! you want a n-gga like me to beware, ha?
i’mma show you some spokes right now, you b-tch you

[tec-9]
take them braids out his head yella

[hook-yella & tec-9]
i’mma drag him from tha river dump his body in chuck’s yard
leavin’ a note around his neck readin’ bad -ss yella boy
oooooh he wants some? ain’t that cold?
you a hoe mystikal
you a hoe mystikal
see i’m from the 3 and i don’t give a f-ck
and i know you thought i wouldn’t be back but you can’t keep me down
don’t forget about the u and the cash money clowns

[1st verse-yella]
i’m from the 3 and i don’t give a f-ck, for the record
once again it’s mystikal with the chuck’s
i’m back up on the scene with the 2 like a viper
get in so much war i think i straighter than a sniper
mystikal you b-tch, are you ready for the drama?
told your ho -ss people ho don’t run i’ll k!ll mama
if i catch ya wit your draws down i’mma do ya
once upon a time i up the ruger and gimme the cruiser

[hook]

[2nd verse-yella]

i be the jack of all trades don’t make me splizit, your f-ckin’ head
the queen i mean the king , i mean he learned many trades
comin’ to get’cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
g-y blade, now what’cha wanna do? my nuts you can chew
because they told me you wanted to battle
told em you better scaddattle
you ain’t bout no b-1 doctor show, don’t make me bust you up
braids that’ll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
let go of my shirt you ho, blood’s up on my polo

[hook]

[3rd verse-yella]

stop playin’ with me, stop playin’ with me b-tch, stop playin’ with me
i’m like the b.g.’z i’m gat totin’
by this time it’s the bulldog barrel smokin’
i hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya -ss apart
thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
i gots the gat spell it backwards
that’s what i do up on that -ss ya b-tch i’m not an actor
i’m comin’ dumpin’ on ya fake punk wannabe
i warned ya too many times to watch the bl–dy tragedy
i got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz i don’t care
f-ck what you sayin’ about beware
i’m tired of tellin’ you that i’m a donkey n-gga
stop playin’

[hook]

[4th verse-yella]

i’m in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
are you able? capable? all of a sudden, um…
i had to pop em, i had to pop em
i top em all and respect is what i need
hollow tips in the clips just to make your -ss bleed
i’mma drop this p-ssy with the braids off see
i’mma dump his body in chuck’s yard, unlv
i told this mr. cheerleader not to f-ck with me
i told ya to keep my f-ckin’ name out ya f-ckin’ mouth
you didn’t do it now it’s time to take your -ss out

[hook]

[5th verse-yella]

i gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
because i’m in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
i’m into chuck’s house, deliverin’ the bad luck
as i spin the bin with speed, it’s too late to duck
i’m like jim harbaugh, puffin’ on a hot marlboro
i’m strictly with that -ssh0l- and comin’ to down ya far
why did i ask would i please leave ya alone ya see?
i caught my enemies slippin’ gettin’ groceries
i waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard
as archie bunker, comfortable? you b-tch you
you see i walk by, i ride by, i drive by too
i got’s the ar-45 and an ap-9, too

[hook] (4x)

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