{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my n***a kel, third ward is the motherf**in' 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 d**h
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 d**h
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 d**h
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 n***a's bustin' i'm out numbered
Try'na take my head off, but i was kind of lucky
These n***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 n***a, who live close around the way
Now i got to find that n***a, i'm gonna stalk that n***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 k**
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**ers and indorse yo word's
You makin' me sick with all that hoe sh** 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**in' nut's hang and spit on you n***a's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my f**in' 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, cuz i'm real ain't no f**in' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now i'm a "g"
I got real n***a's by my side, don't f** 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** was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that sh** 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 dope, cliental in the f**in' 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, cuz 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**in' ditch
It was a n******g, try'na k** 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**hes 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**h
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 n***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 k**er
A drug dealer, a b**h stealer cap pillar
I'm known uptown for bein' realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with sk**s to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't f** up cuz 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**in' head
I'm comin' hard out the motherf**in' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' these motherf**ers up constantly and
Motherf**ers know they can't handle me
Them n***a's bein' labeled as a third ward "g"
Leave a n***a dead in a ditch, i leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and f** yo b**h 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 n***a's and they gat's cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo f**in' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherf**er, now you know it's on
The first time, i went out like a f**in' 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** sh** up and outie see
Cuz we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
f** all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' b**h
The war is on, so bring it on cuz next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny sh**
Chorus