Unlv - n***a I'm Bout It lyrics

{talking} Motherf**ers i got kids, i don't them listenin' to that bullsh** f** the n******gs! motherf**ers need to stop How can you call yourself a n***a and be proud of it Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} It's an uptown thing and we bout it Partners-n-crime motherf**ers you ain't bout it It's an uptown thing and we bout it Now jubilee motherf**er you ain't bout it It's a third ward n***a it's a third ward n***a It's a third ward n***a and we bout it Verse one: {lil' ya} Misdemeanor motherf**er you can't face me Turned out i was f**in' yo boy third o'l lady Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home Yeah, you 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 f**in' tec in yo face and Sent yo b**h a** where you belong They don't even have a f**in' set called airhorne and claiborne So what'cha want to do throw yo sh** up I say you on lafayette yo stupid a** 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 b**h you weak! Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak But i got love for them fakein' a** hustlers p**y motherf**a! dick takin' busters! {chorus} Verse two: {tec-9} Don't get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya, Partners-n-crime, y'all b**hes mad cuz ca Imitatin' u.n.l.v., I wonder which one of you muthaf**as wanted to be like me, The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three, You b**hes 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 two, same as my crew, And now you went out and found yourself another busta, Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya, Said you like to f** with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout? Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south, But try to turn my fans against me, f** it my real fans and all my n***as is ballin' with me, Peanut, dune, f** it $lu, and that n***a t, All my n***as bustin' and they sho nuff down with me, And y'all b**hes can't see me, My n***a you makes a false move, you lose, The deadly game of come up Biddy bye bye, n***a don't try, Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz i'ma hit'cha with my four ten, Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in, Hope you muthaf**as really like my sh**, Because you bite my sh**, Switch it around and recite my sh**, And i know you b**hes heard about me, But y'all ain't sure about me, because i'm shootin' at'cha head g, You play the role of a man, But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can, Ya try to stop me, but n***a 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 muthaf**as wasn't around, But i know each one of you muthaf**as could go underground, So i checks him, and then i wet him, Yeah, i come to your house n***a with thirty shells on the ground, So show tec-9 what'cha made of n***a, You started this sh**, now i'ma finish it off b**h 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 n***a scopin' It's about time we close shop for these n***as Reppin' on a n***a 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 n***a you need to quit with that sh** that ain't it You almost caught the rape charge b**h you would've been sick But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take? Take ya to the brown, peanut bu*ter and powder You two motherf**in' hoes try'na run one time But first, what about the crowd that did that dance Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe 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 boy, was he down with me? He can't cuz he gay, watch out for the stick The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick Cuz, i'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools Back up on magi noo, prime time you a b**h I can't let you slide cuz i got that feelin' You lookin' like a punk by the eyes You know that a** hopin' that body still movin' Never talk that sh** till i get to the stage sooner You never go huh you never go what "n***a you ain't talkin' you better keep my Motherf**in' name out yo motherf**in' mouth Before you get yo motherf**in' head bust" I'm talkin' to you mystikal i'm a leave yo a** Incabale condtion motherf**er i hope you take This time long I'm sick of tired, i'm sick of tired Of you b**hes playin' with me I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v. I told you once, i 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 back, that yo wife is wack Cuz that's a fact, and we back cuz i'm a Bad a Maybe that's why they slip so hard But f** it, i'm a jump in my car I told y'all once before, i'm not no little boy Shop closed cuz of the third Motherf**! a big boy {chorus}