U.N.L.V. - Pop 'Em Up lyrics

{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 why-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, 'cause 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, 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause next's on the list The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny sh** Chorus