Nigga Im Bout It (Explicit)

Ni**a I'm Bout It - U.N.L.V.

{talking}

Motherf**kers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to that bullshit

F**k the niggers! motherf**kers need to stop

How can you call yourself a ni**a and be proud of it

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.}

It's an uptown thing and we bout it

Partners-n-crime motherf**kers you ain't bout it

It's an uptown thing and we bout it

Now jubilee motherf**ker you ain't bout it

It's a third ward ni**a it's a third ward ni**a

It's a third ward ni**a and we bout it

Verse one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor motherf**ker you can't face me

Turned out I was f**kin' yo boy third o'l lady

Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home

Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin'

It had to be about seven or eight 'cause if I was there

I would have put the f**kin' tec in yo face and

Sent yo b**ch a** where you belong

They don't even have a f**kin' set called airhorne and claiborne

So what'cha want to do throw yo sh*t up

I say you on lafayette yo stupid a** was to piss up

By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and

You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake

Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me

Like I told you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy

Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust

You tried to make peace not knowin' I was strapped

He tried to give me dap and prime you's a b**ch you weak!

'cause everytime you see me you know that you speak

But I got love for them fakein' a** hustlers

P**sy motherf**ka! dick takin' busters!

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Verse two: {tec-9}

Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just scorch ya,

Partners-n-crime, y'all b**ches mad 'cause ca¡ìh money didn't want'cha,

Imitatin' u.n.l.v.,

I wonder which one of you muthaf**kas wanted to be like me,

The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,

You b**ches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers,

But i'ma keep it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel,

You started out with two, same as my crew,

And now you went out and found yourself another busta,

Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya,

Said you like to f**k with that d**e, what'cha talkin' bout?

Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,

But try to turn my fans against me,

F**k it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,

Peanut, dune, f**k it $lu, and that ni**a t,

All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me,

And y'all b**ches can't see me,

My ni**a you makes a false move, you lose,

The deadly game of come up

Biddy bye bye, ni**a don't try,

Your crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,

Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,

Hope you muthaf**kas really like my sh*t,

Because you bite my sh*t,

Switch it around and recite my sh*t,

And I know you b**ches heard about me,

But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head g,

You play the role of a man,

But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can,

Ya try to stop me, but ni**a my clip is way too tight,

It's goin' down at night,

And you don't see me 'cause I'm not in sight,

Two of you muthaf**kas wasn't around,

But I know each one of you muthaf**kas could go underground,

So I checks him, and then I wet him,

Yeah, I come to your house ni**a with thirty shells on the ground,

So show tec-9 what'cha made of ni**a,

You started this sh*t, now i'ma finish it off b**ch

Verse three: {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong

And I know y'all been waitin' on this God damn hit song

Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man

Comin' like a d**e fiend we caught a ni**a scopin'

It's about time we close shop for these niggas

Reppin' on a ni**a try'na make they name bigger

They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it

I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it

But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten

He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about

New orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics

Boo-koo dress man you know you lame

Ni**a you need to quit with that sh*t that ain't it

You almost caught the rape charge b**ch you would've been sick

But anyway it go hey, how much would the d**e take?

Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder

You two motherf**kin' hoes try'na run one time

But first, what about the crowd that did that dance

Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and

Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a ghetto

Better yet my shop where I go and make my rounds

I ain't no joke I'm on a real big boy big boy

My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?

He can't 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick

The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em

Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring

Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick

'cause, I'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools

Back up on magi noo, prime time you a b**ch

I can't let you slide 'cause I got that feelin'

You lookin' like a punk by the eyes

You know that a** hopin' that body still movin'

Never talk that sh*t till I get to the stage sooner

You never go huh you never go what

"ni**a you ain't talkin' you better keep my

Motherf**kin' name out yo motherf**kin' mouth

Before you get yo motherf**kin' head bust"

I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a leave yo a**

Incabale condtion motherf**ker I hope you take

This time long

I'm sick of tired, I'm sick of tired

Of you b**ches playin' with me

I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v.

I told you once, I told ya twice

We not nice y'all first mind lead wrong

You should have thought twice

Try'na diss y'all thought we had dismissed

Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like that

Left yo back, that yo wife is wack

'cause that's a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a

Bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy

Maybe that's why they slip so hard

But f**k it, I'm a jump in my car

I told y'all once before, I'm not no little boy

Shop closed 'cause of the third

Motherf**k! a big boy

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