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{u. n. l. v.
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin'
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha

{tec-9}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em bleed to
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo breath

{lil' ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em to death
Ya played the lil' ya now ya takin' yo last breath

{yella boy}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up
Watch 'em to death
Ya with the yella boy now ya takin' yo last breath


I got to get my dash on my back window is to rumble
I look back I see nigga's I'm out numbered
take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an
>from my nigga, who live close the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I'm stalk that nigga
I'm gonna yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to
Man I handle my strickly on the real

ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' at yo ass
Now it's time to make a third ward
But first hear me out and indorse yo word's
You me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!
You say I'm insane, now it's to let my
nut's hang and spit on you nigga's
I don't need star's on my to make my fuckin' name bigger
I'm the capital y-a the three u.n.l.v.
You repped on me, now I got to ya "g"
I can feel ya, in my eyes guaranteed you won't
See no disguise, I'm real ain't no fuckin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "g"
I got real nigga's by my side, fuck with the fake kind
This is for you now I know I'm on yo mind

{yella
Money in the brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, I don't know why shit was sour
You was supposed to be my from the old school
good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park we was small
He saw me on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin'
He said for three g's he hook me up swell
I told him it was on the bin and I know how I felt
We meet by the old dump, 'cause people hot
Glad I had my pistol, when I I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was ready to make the
Raise out my car, I hear noise from the fuckin' ditch
It was a nigger, try'na kill me, I'm smooth a canon
I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em I'll be


Fool I grew here, not here and y'all bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you yo self
I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole bitch
up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in
I haven't seen a nigga like cry before
You best's to run when ya hear the of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! lil' g, y'all can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' realer a
Twenty dollar bill skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't up 'cause i'ma have to
Pop you up

ya}
Boom boom, it's the sound that you dead
a bullet in yo motherfuckin' head
I'm comin' out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know can't handle me
nigga's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you
Go to yo house and yo bitch and have yo family
With tear's in they eye's how did he die?
As they cry, as cry

boy}
Slicky grease I'm back, with my nigga's and they gat's
You to take my life, just to make yo fuckin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you it's on
The first time, I went out a fuckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was on a pay phone
You tried to reach, to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he the glock
I'm not the one, we fuck up and outie see
we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurin' and frontin' and up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', to greetin' back stabbin' bitch
The war is on, so bring it on 'cause on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with funny shit

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