{Talking}
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Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to that bullshit
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Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop
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How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it
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Chorus: {U.N.L.V.}
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It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
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Partners-n-Crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
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It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
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Now Jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it
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It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
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It's a third ward nigga and we bout it
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Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
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Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me
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Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady
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Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
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Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin'
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It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was there
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I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
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Sent yo bitch ass where you belong
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They don't even have a fuckin' set called Airhorne and Claiborne
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So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up
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I say you on Lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss up
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By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
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You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
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Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me
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Like I told you before cuz you and yo boys at Big Boy
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Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust
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You tried to make peace not knowin' I was strapped
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He tried to give me dap and Prime you's a bitch you weak!
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Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak
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But I got love for them fakein' ass hustlers
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Pussy MotherFucka! Dick takin' Busters!
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{Chorus}
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Verse Two: {Tec-9}
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Don't get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,
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Partners-N-Crime, y'all bitches mad cuz Ca§h Money didn't want'cha,
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Imitatin' U.N.L.V.,
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I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
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The capital T, E, C, from the mighty one, two, three,
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You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,
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But I'ma keep it real cuz the real deal is how I feel,
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You started out with two, same as my crew,
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And now you went out and found yourself another busta,
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Made it even harder, to make the change Big Boy was givin' ya,
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Said you like to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
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Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the South,
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But try to turn my fans against me,
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Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
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Peanut, Dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga T,
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All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me,
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And y'all bitches can't see me,
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My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,
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The deadly game of come up
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Biddy bye bye, nigga don't try,
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Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz I'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
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Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
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Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit,
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Because you bite my shit,
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Switch it around and recite my shit,
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And I know you bitches heard about me,
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But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head G,
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You play the role of a man,
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But Partners-N-Crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can,
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Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
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It's goin' down at night,
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And you don't see me cuz I'm not in sight,
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Two of you muthafuckas wasn't around,
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But I know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground,
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So I checks him, and then I wet him,
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Yeah, I come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
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So show Tec-9 what'cha made of nigga,
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You started this shit, now I'ma finish it off bitch
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Verse Three: {Yella Boy}
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Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
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And I know y'all been waitin' on this God Damn hit song
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Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
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Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
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It's about time we close shop for these niggas
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Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name bigger
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They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
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I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it
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But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten
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He tried to diss them Jubilee yo cd forget about
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New Orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
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Boo-Koo dress man you know you lame
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| Nigga yo |
