Unlv - Nigga I'm Bout It lyrics
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Unlv - Nigga I'm Bout It lyrics


{talking}
Motherfuckers I got kidsI don't them listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it
It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward nigga and we bout it

Verse one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeahyou pissed on our set up early in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was there
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne
So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss 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 cuz 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 bitch you weak!
Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak
But I got love for them fakein' ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick takin' busters!

{chorus}

Verse two: {tec-9}

Don't get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya
Partners-n-crimey'all bitches mad cuz ca¡ìh money didn't want'cha
Imitatin' u.n.l.v.
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me
The capital tecfrom the mighty onetwothree
You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers
But i'ma keep it real cuz the real deal is how I feel
You started out with twosame as my crew
And now you went out and found yourself another busta
Made it even harderto make the change big boy was givin' ya
Said you like to fuck with that dopewhat'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respectnow you no longer represent the south
But try to turn my fans against me
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me
Peanutdunefuck it $luand that nigga t
All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me
And y'all bitches can't see me
My nigga you makes a false moveyou lose
The deadly game of come up
Biddy bye byenigga don't try
Your crew close shot with every buckshotcuz i'ma hit'cha with my four ten
Double barreltwo triggerroom shakeryou all in
Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit
Because you bite my shit
Switch it around and recite my shit
And I know you bitches heard about me
But y'all ain't sure about mebecause I'm shootin' at'cha head g
You play the role of a man
But partners-n-crimey'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can
Ya try to stop mebut nigga my clip is way too tight
It's goin' down at night
And you don't see me cuz I'm not in sight
Two of you muthafuckas wasn't around
But I know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground
So I checks himand then I wet him
YeahI come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground
So show tec-9 what'cha made of nigga
You started this shitnow i'ma finish it off bitch

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 damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga 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
Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been sick
But anyway it go heyhow much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brownpeanut butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one time
But firstwhat about the crowd that did that dance
Eddie bowyou thought the twerk would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievablehoe 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 boywas he down with me?
He can't cuz he gaywatch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em
Like a hoefight 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick
CuzI'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools
Back up on magi nooprime time you a bitch
I can't let you slide cuz I got that feelin'
You lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you never go what
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better keep my
Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin' mouth
Before you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a leave yo ass
Incabale condtion motherfucker I hope you take
This time long
I'm sick of tiredI'm sick of tired
Of you bitches playin' with me
I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you onceI 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 backthat yo wife is wack
Cuz that's a factand we back cuz I'm a
Bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy
Maybe that's why they slip so hard
But fuck itI'm a jump in my car
I told y'all once beforeI'm not no little boy
Shop closed cuz of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy

{chorus}
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