Chill & Hussle Lyrics - Singles - Unlv

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? 

'cause I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip 

They might even try some of that funny shit 

If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a split 

I'm a get my point across 'cause I'm the boss 

Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump 

With some soldiers behind me called the black connection 

Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly 

You bests to run if you gun is on safety 

Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me 

Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate 

And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face 

Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city 

Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty 

Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed 

Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy 

Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery 

Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac 

Watch yo back nigga 

Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya} 

Parley is cool and ok 

But I rather chill and hussle 

I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle 

Parley is cool and ok 

But I rather chill and hussle 

Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass 

{2x} 

Verse two: {yella boy} 

Like black and moe I got this shit sold 

Cock diesel by my side another homicide 

I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you 

I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you? 

Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw? 

Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the u-haul 

Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double 

Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block 

Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop 

Slickie grease I got yo draws down 

I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown 

No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak 

Everyday and all night I keep my heat 

Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go 

I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow 

Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope 

I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks 

I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song 

I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly 

Then I vanish hangin' with the spanish 

I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you 

I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue 

Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set 

I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a affect 

With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew 

Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you 

I catch a drain put yo ass in pain 

Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang 

I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown 

The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in 

As I spin the bin once again 

Chorus: {2x} 

Verse three:{tec-9} 

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper 

We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit 

We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood 

Keep it good, protect the money that you make 

You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together 

No matter the weather I be ridin' around with 

That four-four in my leather 

Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips 

So catch the cut 

Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin' 

Get ready for strappin' because you know 

I'm bout that action daddy ok today 

I take a ride with my ak 

Somebody don ratted out my rock shop 

And told the cops my chillin' spot 

Where I hang at my reservation 

Jeopardizin' my probation 

But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right? 

If it means I have to walk the streets all 

Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out 

Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9) 

I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh 

Now let's elevate a take it to another level 

Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith 

Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you 

Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me 

Waitin' for me to go down 

Player hater's are created by the hour 

Dope deal gone sour 

Replace the yae with the flour 

Break a quarter key down I can't fuck with that 

Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that 

I would love to go out and parley with my homies 

Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man 

Chorus: {2x}