{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Lost all respectnow you no longer represent the south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}