U.N.L.V. - Low Down & Dirty lyrics

[Verse One: Lil' Ya] Goin' for it all I want to ball fall So give me some chip's, I got's a Motherf**in' nine on my hip, I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin' sh**'s slow like before once again I'm on the come up bro. Called Yella out his house Man, we got money to make Scooped Tec off Infaret Then we make sh** shake, act a donkey Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's Where they flyin', I'm a k** you if you lyin' His cousin gave me the urge to want me take What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring's And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo f**in' attic Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic I rat a tat it, on yo a** daddy make ya duck When you see a n***a pluck, Boo-Koo Bullets, at yo motherf**in' dome, b**h, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome [Chorus:] It's best ya scram cuz I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em I'm actin' a motherf**in' donkey on 'em I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty [x2] [Verse Two: Tec-9] We be dumpin' on corner's like n***a what it be like, n***a be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move My baby boy need's new shoes So what the f** am I to do Show a n***a how I act a a** on the trigger Fully automatic M-11 n***a So how you figure that I'm the n***a to f** with Graduated from slangin' Yae to this dope sh** Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin' AK's, Two Twenty Three's, Momma still livin' Momma tellin' me the rent's due Big brother doin' five called to tell me It's all on u, I became a man before my time It's on my mind, I'm now hustlin' To pay bill's and still make mine Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay To see the finer thing's in life Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around What ya got? could it be they all want to see the n***a with the fiyah out that 1-2-3! Call me the capital, white natural Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with n***a's Who don't give a f** and carry chopper's I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket Cuz I see the PO-PO's, y'all know them hoes Tryin' to keep a n***a down But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind But ain't love, if you takin' mine Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz I'm dumpin' on 'em! b**h! [Third Verse: Yella Boy] I'm loaded got my double shot now It's time to rock shop I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make Everybody drop the ground I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's I be's after a b**h a n***a de knock's upon the front door I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go Three n***a's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor I found the Ca§h in a gla** trash bag stash I count's the coke and out the back I made a swift dash Hopped in my hoptie headed Uptown I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station No question's ask I call my dog Let's take a f**in' vacation I got to run and the money f** the city blue's Ya b**h! [Chorus: Till the end]