unlv - nigga i'm bout it lyrics
{talking}
motherf-ckers i got kids, i don’t them listenin’ to that bullsh-t
f-ck the n-gg-rs! motherf-ckers need to stop
how can you call yourself a n-gg- and be proud of it
chorus: {u.n.l.v.}
it’s an uptown thing and we bout it
partners-n-crime motherf-ckers you ain’t bout it
it’s an uptown thing and we bout it
now jubilee motherf-cker you ain’t bout it
it’s a third ward n-gg- it’s a third ward n-gg-
it’s a third ward n-gg- and we bout it
verse one: {lil’ ya}
misdemeanor motherf-cker you can’t face me
turned out i was f-ckin’ yo boy third o’l lady
got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn’t home
yeah, you p-ssed on our set up early in the mornin’
it had to be about seven or eight ’cause if i was there
i would have put the f-ckin’ tec in yo face and
sent yo b-tch -ss where you belong
they don’t even have a f-ckin’ set called airh-rne and claiborne
so what’cha want to do throw yo sh-t up
i say you on lafayette yo stupid -ss was to p-ss up
by me or anyone of my boys i bust you in yo mouth and
you still talkin’ noise try’na get yo rep on knowin’ that you fake
apologzin’ to you i did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me
like i told you before ’cause you and yo boys at big boy
ain’t nothin’ but hoes i pulled deadly holocust
you tried to make peace not knowin’ i was strapped
he tried to give me dap and prime you’s a b-tch you weak!
’cause everytime you see me you know that you speak
but i got love for them fakein’ -ss hustlers
p-ssy motherf-cka! d-ck takin’ busters!
{chorus}
verse two: {tec-9}
don’t get too close ’cause the heat might just scorch ya,
partners-n-crime, y’all b-tches mad ’cause ca¡ìh money didn’t want’cha,
imitatin’ u.n.l.v.,
i wonder which one of you m-th-f-ckas wanted to be like me,
the capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,
you b-tches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,
but i’ma keep it real ’cause the real deal is how i feel,
you started out with two, same as my crew,
and now you went out and found yourself another busta,
made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin’ ya,
said you like to f-ck with that dope, what’cha talkin’ bout?
lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,
but try to turn my fans against me,
f-ck it my real fans and all my n-gg-s is ballin’ with me,
peanut, dune, f-ck it $lu, and that n-gg- t,
all my n-gg-s bustin’ and they sho nuff down with me,
and y’all b-tches can’t see me,
my n-gg- you makes a false move, you lose,
the deadly game of come up
biddy bye bye, n-gg- don’t try,
your crew close shot with every buckshot, ’cause i’ma hit’cha with my four ten,
double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
hope you m-th-f-ckas really like my sh-t,
because you bite my sh-t,
switch it around and recite my sh-t,
and i know you b-tches heard about me,
but y’all ain’t sure about me, because i’m shootin’ at’cha head g,
you play the role of a man,
but partners-n-crime, y’all ain’t nothin’ but p-ss-es in a can,
ya try to stop me, but n-gg- my clip is way too tight,
it’s goin’ down at night,
and you don’t see me ’cause i’m not in sight,
two of you m-th-f-ckas wasn’t around,
but i know each one of you m-th-f-ckas could go underground,
so i checks him, and then i wet him,
yeah, i come to your house n-gg- with thirty sh-lls on the ground,
so show tec-9 what’cha made of n-gg-,
you started this sh-t, now i’ma finish it off b-tch
verse three: {yella boy}
now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
and i know y’all been waitin’ on this god d-mn hit song
let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
comin’ like a dope fiend we caught a n-gg- scopin’
it’s about time we close shop for these n-gg-s
reppin’ on a n-gg- try’na make they name bigger
they actin’ like they bout it knowin’ they ain’t bout it
i’m a catch ’em by theyself yeah they heart i got it
but see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten
he tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about
new orleans rap game try’na to drop some lyrics
boo-koo dress man you know you lame
n-gg- you need to quit with that sh-t that ain’t it
you almost caught the rape charge b-tch you would’ve been sick
but anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?
take ya to the brown, peanut b-tter and powder
you two motherf-ckin’ hoes try’na run one time
but first, what about the crowd that did that dance
eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and
rock the crowd it’s unbelievable, hoe it’s a ghetto
better yet my shop where i go and make my rounds
i ain’t no joke i’m on a real big boy big boy
my only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
he can’t ’cause he gay, watch out for the stick
the gangster tried to run up but we dropped ’em
like a hoe, fight ’em like carl lewis in the ring
then started to get to stabbin’ leave a trick
’cause, i’m stun’n hard you best’s get the right tools
back up on magi noo, prime time you a b-tch
i can’t let you slide ’cause i got that feelin’
you lookin’ like a punk by the eyes
you know that -ss hopin’ that body still movin’
never talk that sh-t till i get to the stage sooner
you never go huh you never go what
“n-gg- you ain’t talkin’ you better keep my
motherf-ckin’ name out yo motherf-ckin’ mouth
before you get yo motherf-ckin’ head bust”
i’m talkin’ to you mystikal i’m a leave yo -ss
incabale condtion motherf-cker i hope you take
this time long
i’m sick of tired, i’m sick of tired
of you b-tches playin’ with me
i’m free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
i told you once, i told ya twice
we not nice y’all first mind lead wrong
you should have thought twice
try’na diss y’all thought we had dismissed
y’all missed like try’na dissin’ like that
left yo back, that yo wife is wack
’cause that’s a fact, and we back ’cause i’m a
bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy
maybe that’s why they slip so hard
but f-ck it, i’m a jump in my car
i told y’all once before, i’m not no little boy
shop closed ’cause of the third
motherf-ck! a big boy
{chorus}
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