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Nigga i'm bout it Lyrics

Nigga i'm bout it by UNLV  

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Nigga i'm bout it {talking}
Motherf**kers I got kids, I don't them listenin to that bullsh*t
f**k the niggers! motherf**kers need to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it

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

Its an uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-crime motherf**kers you aint bout it
Its an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherf**ker you aint bout it
Its a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
Its a third ward nigga 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 ol lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home
Yeah, you p**sed on our set up early in the mornin
It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was there
I would have put the f**kin tec in yo face and
Sent yo b**ch ass where you belong
They don't even have a f**kin set called airhorne and claiborne
So whatcha want to do throw yo sh*t up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to p**s up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin noise tryna 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 cuz you and yo boys at big boy
Aint 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 yous a b**ch you weak!
Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak
But I got love for them fakein ass hustlers
Pussy motherf**ka! dick takin busters!

{chorus}

Verse two: {tec-9}

Don't get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, yall b**ches mad cuz cah money didn't wantcha,
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 ima keep it real cuz 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 dope, whatcha 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Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,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 nigga t,
All my niggas bustin and they sho nuff down with me,
And yall b**ches can't see me,
My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly game of come up
Biddy bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz ima hitcha 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 yall aint sure about me, because Im shootin atcha head g,
You play the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, yall aint nothin but pussies in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
Its goin down at night,
And you don't see me cuz Im 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 nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So show tec-9 whatcha made of nigga,
You started this sh*t, now ima finish it off b**ch

Verse three: {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
And I know yall been waitin on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
Comin like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin
Its about time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin on a nigga tryna make they name bigger
They actin like they bout it knowin they aint bout it
Im 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 tryna to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that sh*t that aint it
You almost caught the rape charge b**ch you wouldve been sick
But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder
You two motherf**kin hoes tryna 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 aint no joke Im on a real big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
He can't cuz 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
Cuz, Im stunn hard you bests get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, prime time you a b**ch
I can't let you slide cuz I got that feelin
You lookin like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass 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
Nigga you aint talkin you better keep my
Motherf**kin name out yo motherf**kin mouth
Before you get yo motherf**kin head bust
Im talkin to you mystikal Im a leave yo ass
Incabale condtion motherf**ker I hope you take
This time long
Im sick of tired, Im sick of tired
Of you b**ches playin with me
Im free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya twice
We not nice yall first mind lead wrong
You should have thought twice
Tryna diss yall thought we had dismissed
Yall missed like tryna dissin like that
Left yo back, that yo wife is wack
Cuz that's a fact, and we back cuz Im a
Bad a yella boy
Maybe that's why they slip so hard
But f**k it, Im a jump in my car
I told yall once before, Im not no little boy
Shop closed cuz of the third
Motherf**k! a big boy

{chorus}



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