Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to bullshit Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to How can you call yourself a nigga and be of it
{u.n.l.v.}
It's an thing and we bout it Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you bout it It's an thing and we bout it Now jubilee motherfucker you bout it It's a ward nigga it's a third ward nigga It's a third nigga and we bout it
one: {lil' ya}
Misdemeanor motherfucker you face me out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady Got mad bullets on ya they said you home Yeah, you on our set up early in the mornin' It had to be seven or eight 'cause if I was there I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo and Sent yo bitch ass you belong They don't even have a fuckin' set airhorne and claiborne So what'cha want to do yo shit up I say you on yo stupid ass was to piss up By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo and You still talkin' try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya back up on me Like I told you before 'cause you and yo at big boy Ain't nothin' but hoes I deadly holocust You tried to make peace not I was strapped He tried to give me dap and you's a bitch you weak! 'cause everytime you see me you that you speak But I got love for them fakein' ass Pussy motherfucka! dick busters!
Verse {tec-9}
Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just ya, Partners-n-crime, bitches mad 'cause cah money didn't want'cha, u.n.l.v., I which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me, The t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three, You out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers, But i'ma keep it 'cause the real deal is how I feel, You started out with two, as my crew, And now you went out and found another busta, Made it even harder, to the change big boy was givin' ya, Said you like to fuck that dope, what'cha talkin' bout? Lost all respect, now you no longer the south, But try to turn my fans me, Fuck it my real fans and all my is ballin' with me, Peanut, dune, it $lu, and that nigga t, All my niggas and they sho nuff down with me, And y'all bitches see me, My you makes a false move, you lose, The game of come up bye bye, nigga don't try, Your close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten, Double barrel, two trigger, shaker, you all in, you muthafuckas really like my shit, Because you my shit, Switch it around and my shit, And I know you bitches heard me, But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' head g, You the role of a man, But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but in a can, Ya try to stop me, but nigga my is way too tight, goin' down at night, And you see me 'cause I'm not in sight, Two of you wasn't around, But I know one of you muthafuckas could go underground, So I checks him, and I wet him, Yeah, I come to your house nigga thirty shells on the ground, So show tec-9 what'cha of nigga, You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off
Verse three: boy}
Now we been too long true or false right or wrong And I know been waitin' on this God damn hit song Let me drop some lyrics on this track man Comin' a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin' It's about we close shop for these niggas Reppin' on a nigga make they name bigger They actin' they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they I got it But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out ten He tried to them jubilee yo cd forget about New rap game try'na to drop some lyrics dress man you know you lame Nigga you need to quit with that that ain't it You almost caught the rape charge bitch you been sick But anyway it go hey, how much the dope take? Take ya to the brown, butter and powder You two motherfuckin' try'na run one time But first, what about the crowd that did that bow, you thought the twerk would work and Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe a ghetto Better yet my shop where I go and make my I ain't no I'm on a real big boy big boy My only was to ask my boy, was he down with me? He can't 'cause he gay, out for the stick The tried to run up but we dropped 'em Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl in the ring Then started to get to stabbin' a trick 'cause, I'm stun'n hard you get the right tools Back up on magi noo, prime time you a I can't let you slide 'cause I got that You like a punk by the eyes You know ass hopin' that body still movin' Never talk that shit till I get to the sooner You go huh you never go what "nigga you talkin' you better keep my Motherfuckin' out yo motherfuckin' mouth Before you get yo head bust" I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a yo ass Incabale motherfucker I hope you take This long I'm sick of tired, I'm of tired Of you bitches playin' me I'm free the so respect u.n.l.v. I told you once, I told ya We not nice y'all first mind lead You should have twice Try'na diss thought we had dismissed Y'all missed try'na dissin' like that Left yo back, yo wife is wack 'cause a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a Bad a boy that's why they slip so hard But it, I'm a jump in my car I told once before, I'm not no little boy Shop 'cause of the third Motherfuck! a big boy