Pop 'Em Up-U.N.L.V.
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TXT Pop 'Em Up-U.N.L.V. 文本歌词
Pop 'Em Up - U.N.L.V.
{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my ni**a kel, third ward is the motherf**kin' house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha
Chorus: {tec-9}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Chorus: {lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the lil' ya now ya takin' yo last breath
Chorus: {yella boy}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the yella boy now ya takin' yo last breath
{tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble
I look back I see ni**a's bustin' I'm out numbered
Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These ni**a's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five
>from my ni**a, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that ni**a, I'm gonna stalk that ni**a
I'm gonna show yo a**, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo a**
Now it's time to make a third ward dash
But first hear me out motherf**kers and indorse yo word's
You makin' me sick with all that hoe sh*t you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!
You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my
Motherf**kin' nut's hang and spit on you ni**a's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my f**kin' name bigger
I'm the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now I got to serve ya "g"
I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you won't
See no disguise, 'cause I'm real ain't no f**kin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "g"
I got real ni**a's by my side, don't f**k with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo mind
Chorus
{yella boy}
Money in the power brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, I don't know why that sh*t was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that sh*t ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had d**e, cliental in the f**kin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt
We meet by the old dump, 'cause them people hot
Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was ready to make the switch
Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the f**kin' ditch
It was a nigger, try'na kill me, I'm smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em I'll be back
Chorus
{tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and y'all b**ches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip b**ch
Sixteen up in that a**, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in luger
I haven't seen a ni**a like this cry before
You best's to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lil' g, y'all can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a b**ch stealer cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't f**k up 'cause i'ma have to
Pop you up
Chorus
{lil' ya}
Boom boom boom, it's the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherf**kin' head
I'm comin' hard out the motherf**kin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' these motherf**kers up constantly and
Motherf**kers know they can't handle me
Them ni**a's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a ni**a dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and f**k yo b**ch and have yo family
With them tear's in they eye's how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry
{yella boy}
Slicky grease I'm back, with my ni**a's and they gat's 'cause
You tried to take my life, just to make yo f**kin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherf**ker, now you know it's on
The first time, I went out like a f**kin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just like I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he empty the glock
I'm not the one, we f**k sh*t up and outie see
'cause we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
F**k all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' b**ch
The war is on, so bring it on 'cause next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny sh*t
Chorus
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