(feat. U.N.L.V.)



[Redman:]

Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga



[Intro: U.N.L.V.]

We right back at ya

When ya see this shit comin

B.G. and U.N.L.V. on the same track

Wit a shot to birdman

So now, We cleanin up feathers right now

Fuck Cash Money, Ya Know?



[Chorus x2: B.G.]

We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy

We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy



[U.N.L.V.]

Oh, He want some

It's a bird, It's a plane

Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that nigga mane



[Verse 1: U.N.L.V.]

Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin]

B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin

I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down

Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down

Bad ass yella boy, This is for you

Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do

We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up

And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, Nigga give it up

Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps

I know ya missin all that, Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack

And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize?

That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie

Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick

Tell the whole world how ya really got that shit

It was Gizzle, U.N.L.V., My nigga Juve came late

Now how the fuck ya gon feed us off the same plate?



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2: B.G.]

It's the return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B.G.

And 2 big dogs from the UPT

U.N.L.V., Tech Nine, And lil ya

We bout to keep it real from the streets to the cellblock

Anybody hollerin, They get popped

Nigga holla ha, When they came on my block

It's real round here, All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here

Straight jacked round here

If nigga know that history put Cash Money on

Befo' Uptown thang, It was sacks and baron

I'ma speak the truth, I'ma tell no lie

I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye

I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped

Yella went inside and got the fuckin pistol grip

It's the real Cash Money, We started this shit

From loco 580 to the 226



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3: U.N.L.V.]

You went from Lil Wayne to the number one dick rider

Fuck you mean you the best since the best retired?

Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off

Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa

I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony

Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate you and ya homie

How long will it be before ya realize, Realize?

Slim and Baby ain't nothin but the devil disguised

Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP

In 97, Got a deal off of you and LV

Album sold platinum gold, Bitch i'm comin for mine

And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch, I'm bringin that iron

You ain't got no strap, Remember Yella knocked ya out?

Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out

On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen

It's the real 226 spinnin a ben



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: U.N.L.V.]

Say uh, Flex, B.G., We don handled that shit, Man

Fuck that, The whole world know

They know who made them bitches

How the fuck you gon get a whole leaf of bread

And don't wan give a nigga but a piece of slice, Dawg?

Fuck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down

Fuck you nigga, Fuck your brother too

Ya hoyt man bitch