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u.n.l.v. - local 580 lyrics

first verse
{ lil’ slim}

ghetto -ss n-gga and i’m true to the game
i had an f-cked up childhood but that’s not to blame
the way i’m from they got my name on the wall
my name on the wall because i got big b-lls
n-ggas round my way say i ain’t nothin’
but i’m down wit my hood because you know i’m still struglin’
afro and eagle is where the dope fiends dwell
n-ggas slangin’ f-ckin’ nine and makin’ money as well
pop pop watch the glock no i’m never gonna stop
bl–dy stones in my hand from watchin’ a n-gga drop
i don seen n-ggas bleed from bullets that have been bust
i’m pullin’ n-ggas cars and leavin’ b-tches in my dust
then i met to n-ggas who was really try’na save me
baby and slim they had the local 580
to you my n-gga pimp, ms. tee, and big d
my n-ggas got my back off of apple and e
always ready to peel one they call me the lil’ one
rat a tat tat now ya flat because i got my gun

second verse
{pimp daddy}

i’m down wit local 580 cuz i got much love
black and white tee shirts when we walk up in the club
straight gangsta to the back where dey yacky the gat
pull it out blok blok my n-ggas always got my back
been an ghetto -ss n-gga ever since i’ve was a kid gee
my daddy was an fiend never came around to see me
that’s all right because the sh-t is gettin’ bigger
hooked up wit cmr and meet some gangsta -ss n-gga
now i’m in it to win it deep in this game wit my boys
down wit local 580 and we bout to bring noise

third verse
{gangsta dee}

i’m gangsta dee from the streets down wit u.n.l.v
i’m comin’ straight up gangsta tellin’ n-ggas to back up off me
if you don’t corporate its closer to you i’m takin’ it off yo shoulder
knock yo m-th-rf-ckin’ head off
the mic is in my hand i’m actin’ bad goin’ wild
them n-ggas on the street still jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but know they scared to tot the trigger
if ya dissin’ u.n.l.v. you just an p-ssy -ss n-gga
i’m that f-ckin’ gangsta always packin’ me a gat
i’m down wit yella, tec and that other gangsta fat
yeah n-gga i might be young but i ain’t no f-ckin’ joke
if ya step to me ya get yo m-th-rf-ckin’ neck broke
the crowd is gettin’ hype lamest n-gga ain’t no thing
i’m down wit that 3rd but slang in that thirteen
i’m a n-gga dat don’t give a f-ck i’m always packin’ nines
n-gga livin’ box you know we don’t mind dyin’
so now you got a piece of the m-th-rf-ckin’ young gee
i’m tellin’ p-ssy n-ggas to watch out
b-tch back up off me

forth verse
{mr. ivan}

i’m cool wit gangsta -ss n-ggas
picky pop on yo -ss b-tch
i’m quick to k!ll a n-gga the very second ya hear my nine cl!ck
the mind of a criminal the section’ wit the twelve gage
i’m quick to k!ll a n-gga widin’ up on the front page b-tch
blackin’ wit my glock buckin’ ’em down wit my k’s uhh
we show no kind of emotion local 580 don’t play uhh
its time to take it from a real -ss n-gga leave ya
m-th-rf-ckers stankin’ in the mornin’ we gonna do ya n-gga
u.n.l.v. uptown n-ggas livin’ violent wit an downtown n-gga
k!llin’ fect real silent local 580 on a buster hunt
takin’ a n-gga hostage crack his skull and smoke a blunt
chea man! been known to k!ll a n-gga wit my nine-a
been shake ’em buckin’ ’em stickin’ watchin’ do this crime (uhh)
a n-gga -ss off the mat gee i told yo -ss before not to f-ck wit me
now my mind cl!ckin’ about to nut yo b-tch -ss
rip yo chest doin’ a murder in a hockey mask
bloke bloke takin’ makin’ bleed to death i’m bout to k!ll yo b-tch
gettin’ out the box wit some murderous -ss gangsta sh-t
i’m crackin’ heads like an shake
so don’t forget the white chalk and the f-ckin’ yellow tape
i’m bout to k!ll a b-tch y’all ready for pmw to break you off b-tch!

fifth verse
{pxmxwx}

its the local 580 n-ggas dats crazy
f-ck wit me me fool and you be pushin’ up daisies
its the real ‘g’ thing hittin’ ’em wit a sw-ng
pop and nine millimeter dope bing
(hmm mm) sound of the dumb dumb
real n-ggas die fool so here i come
i’m feelin’ kind of hungry got to stay on my sh-t
walk on stage wit my weed and grab my d-ck
ya down for your crown i’m up for my throne
but i think its about time you leave me alone
i blow smoke in yo face and constipate
manny fresh on the board won’t ya drop the base
580 droppin’ bottles for an buster on a mission
them b-tches must be worried cuz they all about dissin’
i’m a p-ss on yo parade keep f-ckin’ wit me n-gga
i’m a throw my hand grenade
boom boom on that -ss with the quickness
that’s the way it is when i handle my business
pimps hustlers and n-ggas thats crazy
the only m-th-rf-ckers thats real in the
local 580!

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