Chorus: {U.N.L.V.}
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211s at night 187s in the day light
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Nigga we just don't give a fuck
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211s at night 187s in the day light
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Nigga we just don't give a fuck
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Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
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Nigga's be try'na rep and some fool's
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Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of
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Nigga that just don't give a fuck
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But Nathan and if you hatin' then
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You's a hater but I'm straight out that three
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So how the fuck you gonna fade her
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Soldier with a heart made of steel
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Like my nigga B, I handle business on the real and
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Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
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My bitches cuz I be hittin' 'em regular like
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Dre be hittin' his switches
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Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood
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Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
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For you nigga's who ain't go no love
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I ain't got no love for you chumps
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Cuz I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
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Like a Philly Blunt
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Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on
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I'm ready to move on
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To another level rob some nigga's or
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Whatever I got big nut's
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I got a big heart like I said it's been that way
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Since fuckin' start, you know me from my
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Fuckin' crew, you know what I'm bound to do
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I got a pit, I'm ready to spit,
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I'm ready to serve to uhh!
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Chorus
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Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
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I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
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Grab my Zookie if I have to
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Daze you up like Daz
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I don't give a fuck like Kurupt
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I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me
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Me and the Tecster in broad day light
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We comin' to do thee fuck it
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Of course, I'm a show no remorse
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Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
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Verse Three: {Tec-9}
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I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax
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I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
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As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and
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Called me a nigga
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Verse Four: { Yella Boy}
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I'm dumpin' you bitches out like Boss Hog
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I don't give a fuck about y'all
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You don't know what I would do to you
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But I know what'cha will do to you
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I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
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Verse Five: {Tec-9}
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Y'all know that I'm back
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Like brand new wax on brand new Cadalac's
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I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I just
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Lost my equipment bag
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Verse Six: {Yella Boy}
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Sweatin' like a Zoo-Loo to do you
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It's best you fuckin' scram
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I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em
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I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
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Chorus
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Verse Seven {LIl' Ya}
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I'm bout to do a jack
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I got on all black
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In my hand lies a tool that
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I call my Mack
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It's like my best friend cuz when
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I spin the bin it don't get jammed
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Bullet's chargin' like a ram
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You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha
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You goin' in pocket bitch, you better drop it
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One nigga tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
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On his arm was a Rolex, He flinched for
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His gat that was stashed in his suit coat
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I had to show him, I had to fuck over him
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Stunt a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
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Then I put the key's on the lab and
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Niggas started pushin' slab's
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My pocket's started gettin' swole
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My knot has thickened
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That's how it is when
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Nigga like Ya, is flippin' halves to
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Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's
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Keep a brew full of rock's
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Cuz my bitch need a serve,
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Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
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Same time, beatin' you nigga's down
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With my bat if I ain't got that iron
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Leave yo Mama cryin' why you shot my only son
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Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
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Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
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Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
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We put in work, doin' dirt everyday
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It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
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To buy some yae, can't be no miner
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Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to
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Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
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Cuz I'm
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Verse Eight: {Tec-9}
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You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
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I'm on the rise with this shit
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See tommorow, the fuckin' clip bitch
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2-2-6 my boy's comin'
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Mag-11 hollow tip's nigga
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Better start runnin'
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When I start comin' up the block
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With my glock like a mad man
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In a mad rage face is caught on the front page
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Let them bitches catch me down bad
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With my 12-gage
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| Verse Nine: {Yell |
