Pop 'em Up Lyrics - Unlv

{u. n. l. v. talking} 

Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin' 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 death 

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 death 

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 death 

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 nigga's bustin' I'm out numbered 

Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky 

These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me 

Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five 

>from my nigga, who live close around the way 

Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga 

I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger 

Like john wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill 

Man I handle my business strickly on the real 

Chorus 

{lil' ya} 

Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass 

Now it's time to make a third ward dash 

But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's 

You makin' me sick with all that hoe shit 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 

Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's 

I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger 

I'm the capital y-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 fuckin' boy in me 

I was an hustler, and now I'm a "g" 

I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck 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 shit was sour 

You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school 

Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' ditch 

It was a nigger, try'na kill 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 bitches 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 bitch 

Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door 

How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in luger 

I haven't seen a nigga 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 killer 

A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar 

I'm known uptown for bein' realer then a 

Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal 

Don't slip up, don't fuck 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 motherfuckin' head 

I'm comin' hard out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes 

I'm poppin' these motherfuckers up constantly and 

Motherfuckers know they can't handle me 

Them nigga's bein' labeled as a third ward "g" 

Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin' 

Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch 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 nigga's and they gat's 'cause 

You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin' meal's stack 

Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong 

Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on 

The first time, I went out like a fuckin' 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 fuck shit up and outie see 

'cause we violatin' out of our territory 

But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done 

Fuck all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some 

We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' bitch 

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 shit 

Chorus