U.N.L.V. - Return of U.N.L.V. lyrics

{Tec-9 and [Lil Ya] talkin} Yeah, yeah, yeah [Return of the Trend Setters] UNLV [Trend Setters] How the f** yall forget about UNLV? [Trend Setters] What you stupid or something? We created this sh** All the rest of you n***as need to get the f** s** a dick beeotch {Hook: Tec-9 and Lil Ya} Do you remember "Oh he want some?" You b**hes thought we was through But now we back its the return of the "U" Remember "Chillin on the set with the fully automatic Tec Pop em up watch em bleed to d**h" "From the Mac to the Melph to the Calioooo "Parle is cool and okay but I rather chill and hustle" "Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it" We been bout it, you know we bout it {Verse 1: Tec-9} I'm bout to line all you b**hes up in single file Commence to punishin you n***as off of GP ya feel me? Hennessey makes me think wicked This is for you b**h a** n***as, I got you terrified to kick it Yeah I know yall think I'm bout to click out and shoot something I'm from that Group cousin and Trend Setters dont start nothing I opened doors and some of you n***as snuck right in Takin credit fa what I created with the bin And then I let you holla like its all gravy Smilin in my face knowin that ya hate me And maybe I'ma let the bigons be bigons Speed up the process and let the hollow sink through ya chest Confess, we them n***as that put the 3rd on the map Ride on out I dont want no mother f**in dap f** rap I'm ready to split you mother f**ers cap Poppin mother f**ers ya'll n***as hear that? {Hook} {Verse 2: Lil Ya} Check, how could a n***a flip the script and say the "U" ain't the sh**? We keep it crunk, representin non stop ya b**h Trend Setters, settin trends boo you know how we do Create the slang, slang the tracks and we feed it to you To make you love it is our goal Our pockets still dont swole So it dont matter if you bite what we write (Ain't that cold?) I ain't mad but I dont like whats goin on I'm hearin rumors talkin bout the "U" is dead and gone Them n***as wrong fa even thinkin we was breakin up Two thugs hit the club straight shakin stuff Rest in peace mister Chucks a.k.a. YELLA BOY Until we meet you say uh uh send us a praise to the Lord Me and Atrice still grip tight And for the record we went Plat on "Uptown 4 Life" You better believe them n***as door opened up shop But yet and still they refuse to give the "U" or props They got it twisted {Hook} {Verse 3: Lil Ya} Look, n***as say that I was broke steady f**in they hoes n***as say Tec couldn't f** cause he was fulla that dope n***as say Yella was dirty he deserved what he got n***as say my n***a slipt and started smokin them rocks n***as say one of them hoes straight makin my drank n***as say a n***a puff a El to higher my day n***as say Tec was in jail and had the double L n***a say whatever they want but we gon show and tell Grip tight is what we like, yall know the Trend Setters But the dumbest rumor that I heard is that Tec murdered Yella {Tec-9} Now some of yall gon hate some a yall gon congradulate And to my fans yeah I know you can't wait Until the next release Cut me loose and speak my peace And maybe I'ma give you the inside scoop bout that n***a Baby How he hate me, owe me money but its all gravy Be a man and give the whole world the real scoop The reason you got that deal was because of the "U" And I dont see whats the big old fuss The only reason Uptown like you is because of us Uptown Mother f**er {Hook}