U.N.L.V. - Freestyle (Cash Money Diss) lyrics

[Redman] Funk doc in the f**in building, n***a [Intro: U.N.L.V.] We right back at ya When ya see this sh** 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 f** Cash Money, Ya Know? [Hook 2x: 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 n***a mane [Verse 1: U.N.L.V.] Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin] B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tec-9 together on the same track murkin somethin I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a n***a from the 3 down Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down Bad a** 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-a** j**elry that you got, n***a give it up Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps I know ya missin all that, Cause that sh** 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, n***a s** my dick Tell the whole world how ya really got that sh** It was Gizzle, U.N.L.V., My n***a Juve came late Now how the f** ya gon feed us off the same plate? [Hook 2x] [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 n***a 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 n***a know that history put Cash Money on Befo' Uptown thang, It was Sixth and Baronne I'mma speak the truth, I'mma 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 f**in pistol grip It's the real Cash Money, We started this sh** From local 580 to the 226 [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: U.N.L.V.] You went from Lil Wayne to the number one dick rider f** 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 f**ed up thinkin Baby ya pa I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony Let a b**h-a** n***a 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 f**ed up in OPP In 97, Got a deal off of U.N.L.V Album sold platinum gold, b**h I'm comin for mine And motherf** the legal way, b**h, 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 f*ggot-a** roaches scared to poo in the pen It's the real 226 spinnin a ben [Hook 2x] [Outro: U.N.L.V.] Say uh, Flex, B.G., We don handled that sh**, Man f** that, The whole world know They know who made them b**hes How the f** you gon get a whole leaf of bread And don't wan give a n***a but a piece of slice, Dawg? f** that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down f** you n***a, f** your brother too Ya hoyt man b**h