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UNLV lyrics Chill and Hussle lyrics 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? Cuz 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 cuz 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} Other UNLV lyrics: Uptown 4 Life lyrics Drag Em 'N' Tha River lyrics Pocket Full of Furl lyrics 211-187 lyrics Rape U 4 Your Life lyrics Boom Get Chopped lyrics Head No Screws lyrics Low Down & Dirty lyrics Playa Hate'n lyrics Jazzy Bitch lyrics Black Connection!! 226 lyrics Nigga I'm bout It lyrics 3rd Ward Court Date lyrics Pop 'Em Up lyrics No Struggle No Progress lyrics Manny Fresh Mix lyrics Eddie Bow II lyrics Come Up lyrics Mac Melph Calio lyrics Shake Shake It lyrics Hood Mac lyrics Local 580 (Fuck Tha Police) lyrics Local 580 lyrics Pussy C'Mon to Me lyrics Tec-9 What Ya Like lyrics Things Got Wild lyrics Back Up Off Me lyrics Bangin With My Pump lyrics 6 & Baronne(Manny Fresh Style) Awk Awk lyrics Hike lyrics Bitch Ain't Shit lyrics Bad Ass Yella Boy lyrics Much Respect lyrics Straight Out Tha Gutta lyrics Got a Lot of Love lyrics Cash Money Groove- Fuckin' Right- All Right lyrics |