Chorus: lil' ya. . Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'. Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'. Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'.
Verse one:. {lil' ya}. . Regional manuel aka tec-9 stay strap keep a blunt. Don't give a fuck about one time(ha) jumped six. But now he's out gettin' paid(ha) yella's doin' the bow.
Verse 1:. . It aint ove yall i got some shit on my chest these niggas bittin beats given me. reasons to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them.
(yella):. . Now everybody's talkin' about they run it and that war shit,. But they never seen a playa tellin' to y'all the real hit,. Brace yourself, protect y'allself,.
Verse one: {lil' ya}. . Goin' for it all I want to ball fall. So give me some chip's, I got's a. Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,. I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'.
Chorus: {ms. tee}. Fuck tha police, they took so long to come. So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police. So where they at where they at. So nigga's bring yo gat.
Verse one: {lil' ya}. . I can never run out of bitches to right about it. My forget they name but I got game. That's how I get them out. I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina.
Verse one: {lil' ya}. . Twenty seven twelve that's where I dwell. But you had to have heart to be down. From the start 'cause a nigga didn't play. That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to.
All the gangsters out that third stop. That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you. Know you dissin' a u. n. l. v. theme bitch. Cash money productions comin' at you.
Chorus: {lil' ya & yella boy}. . I got a head but ain't no screws in it. I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase. Nigga, I got a head but ain't no screws in it.
Verse one: {lil' slim}. . Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything. Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and. Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin' brew on the curve.
DJ RED WHATS UP NIGGA. . {CHORUS}. GO DJ, THATS MY DJ. GO DJ, THATS MY DJ. DON'T U BRANG NO WEAPONS, KNIVES,AND GUNS. GO DJ, THATS MY DJ. {REPEAT 2xS}.
[yella]. . I told y'all. Come and lay the arms for eddie bow part two. They still sweatin' so hard, and it's a shame they need more. 'cause way back in the days they just needed three or four.
[yella]. You fake cheerleadin' bitch! you want a nigga like me to beware, ha?. I'ma show you some spokes right now, you bitch you. . [tec-9]. Take them braids out his head yella.
{yella talkin'}. My dog gonna be home with a story to tell. Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout. . {yella boy}. Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes.
{tec-9}. Well i'ma do it like this, I'm obligated to bust rap's and peel cap's. For snap's in order for me to let go my flow I gained from my. Nigero say five or six year's ago so know ya got's to break.
Verse one: {lil' ya}. . It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac. Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?. Do I need the strap?. Will somebody give me a extra clip?.
*** "all right fuckin' right. Won't cha holla at a nigga" is after every line. . {tec-9}. If ya done with cah money just holla at a nigga. If ya done with the "u" just holla at a nigga.
{talking}. I'm sick of it. Me to. Stop playin'. This here is for the. Tan shade man with the braid's. Stop playin' with me. I'm sick of it. Fake punk wanna be.
First verse [kilo-g]:. . Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters,. Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener. Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case,.