1.Low Down Dirty
Goin' for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip's, I got's a
Motherfuckin' nine on my hip,
I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin'
Shit's slow like before once again
I'm on the come up bro.
Called Yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped Tec off Infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin' word on the bird's
Where they flyin', I'm a kill you if you lyin'
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring's
And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's
To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic
Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, Boo-Koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin' dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome
It's best ya scram cuz I'm a champion
I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em
I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty
We be dumpin' on corner's like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need's new shoes
So what the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic M-11 nigga
So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin' Yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin'
AK's, Two Twenty Three's, Momma still livin'
Momma tellin' me the rent's due
Big brother doin' five called to tell me
It's all on u, I became a man before my time
It's on my mind, I'm now hustlin'
To pay bill's and still make mine
Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day
I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay
To see the finer thing's in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around
What ya got？ could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga's
Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's
I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up
Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up
How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket
Cuz I see the PO-PO's, y'all know them hoes
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
But I'm a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind
But ain't love, if you takin' mine
Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to
My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
I'm dumpin' on 'em! Bitch!
I'm loaded got my double shot now
It's time to rock shop
I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's
I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door
I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go
Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor
I found the Ca§h in a glass trash bag stash
I count's the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed Uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question's ask I call my dog
Let's take a fuckin' vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's
Ya Bitch!
2.Jazzy Bitch
Verse one：{lil ya}
I can never run out of bitches to right about it
My forget they name but I got game
That's how I get them out
I told ya bout demetrice, evet, and sabrina
Never gave you the low on this stank hoe
Katrina I seen her, walkin out the melph by herself
Shes a bad bitch from uptown who lived in the melph
I introduced myself it's the capital ya
Ok？ she asked me what I like to drink
I told her alaza and by the way
You need to pick up some of that foolishness
It makes me hard, when I start I don't want to quit
Man I punched this hoe, I wore the pussy out and
Before I left, best believe I got them out
I told you Im a gangster and I just
Don't quit so Im a talk some mroe shit bout
Another bitch I got partna out the three we call
Him tee, now me and my nigga tee was fuckin the same
Bitch named nicky, nicky was the spanish type of bitch
Who liked the sex, she was down for havin sex
But I was in it for her checks
She lived near the nell, I told the bitch to give me some mail
She took me to dinner, broke me off I ended up in her
Now, yella boy you my nigga I know you don't trip
But after the chorus wont ya brag for a bitch
Chorus： {lil ya}
Lil ya got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Yella boy got a gangsta jazzy bitch
Tec-9 got a gangsta jazzy bitch
But we lookin for them bitches with them
Real big butts
{2x}
Second verse： {yella boy}
My story starts about my baby mama
Mother fuck ya, I wish I never met ya
Keep my name off ya, bam-mouse!
I can shake it, cuz I caught ya loose
Im sick of tired of the rights to lefts and
The uppercuts I had to throw
Now Im goin solo hoe
Ya see, I want a popper from the south
So she work her mouth, plus my long dick
Make her scream and shout
Now where the big booty bitches who can really bounce
Stroke it up at the teli or at my house
I like to tear them hoes up when Im full of
That dope, servin up with the dick down they throat
Like scope, Im come through like a gun at the head
Hold the noise, lets get busy fuck the jeep check
Im down with dackaree go down the pussy
Dizzy, now tell me do you feel the heat in yo stomach dizzy
Break it off for the record let my boys hit it
Fuck a nice, I want a real freaky bitch
Cuz Im a gee runnin game catch the m o four
To be with me you got to be low down and dirty hoe
Pussy weigh uptown cuz Im a clown
Turnin you bitches smile into a frown
Undercover freak I brought ya self-sex out
Skeet skeet from yo hip to yo titte hoe
I want the whole nine yards plus yo heart hoe
I want ya to back the fuck up
Take a step back hoe
Its the fella with the chucks
Comin to rip wrap up them bitches
On the floor with the hoe bro
You see me in the mall spendin what the fuck I want hoe
All xl polos with boo-koo thirty six waist girbauds
Chorus： {2x}
Third verse： {tec-9}
From the nine-five to the nine-six
I switched around my life
Last night I fucked kangols wife
Its like over and over
We twerk it on up
Got to keep my eyes on these bitches
Out for my riches
They need they hair fixed and start to schemenin
Them dirty hoes
Tec-9 what ya like？ I like a pretty little bitch
Tec-9 what ya like？ I like a fine ass bitch
Tec-9 what ya like？ well as a matter of fact I like a bitch
Who aint afraid to suck the bozack
My bitches is trippin , got a mind full of silly games
Its such a shame I had to diss the hoe
Now I'll be solo now picture me
Pimpin a flock of hoes got em workin on the streets
And Im at home gettin my dicked sucked up
Under the sheets I stroke the pussy
To left I stroke the pussy to the right
Hot blowed, Im releasin down yo throat
Its four thirty in the mornin got to make it home
Before my wife wakes up and know she sleep alone
Its the same rotation as I apply the penetration
To yo body, Im smokin Im fatty the moment is right
You call me daddy, it's like over and over
You twerk it on up but we lookin for
Them bitches with the real big butts
Now the sweat from your forehead is
Drippin in my chest no fakin no more
Because you know you dealin with the best
You want a key to my pad, but you tweekin
You tryna find a way to straight trap me
Chorus： {2x}
3.Head No Screws
Chorus：{lil ya ＆ yella boy}
I got a head but aint no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Nigga, I got a head but aint no screws in it
I went through a stage, some people call it a mental phase
Verse one： {lil ya}
In the beginning I was fuckin with that gin
Wasn't smokin no weed, wasn't even hangin
With my friends shit got bad
Started whippin niggas ass
Doin flights ever night wasn't even
Takin baths uhh, my boys knew somethin was wrong
Cuz everytime they see me slippin
They would tell me
{ hey dog what's wrong？ }
So I would scat and go listen to that
Fuckin slu, full of that gin wonderin
What the fuck to do, half of the time
I would hang on the corner,
Buy a pack of kools, get a bitch then I bone her
Go home and wash my dick and switch up my dickie fit
It had to be black cuz I totted a gat
Im doin things out the ordinary
That shit was very scary
I was trippin I was straight slippin
Chorus
Verse two： {lil ya}
Now my mind is fucked up and I can't think
Left that gin and juice alone
Gots myself a new drank
Started fuckin with that clip, it took me on
Another extra strip, I had no fam plus it covered up
The tears that I had inside when my mama died
But Im a man, and Im real so Im gone survive
I had a nine to five but I didn't need it
My records sells well
So why should I be greedy
So fuck it Im a chill at home and watch my screen
Get full of that clip, fuck a bitch, a watch her scream
Im goin crazy and I don't know what the fuck Im facin
At central park Im considered a mental patient
Im picturin bitches in my mind, Im bout to scheme
When I start fuckin they try to stick me with anazeyme
Tellin me I needed to calm my nerves,
But all the while all I needed was some fire herb
You heard the wzord lil ya done got straight served man
I was chillin people said I robbed pat swillen
Chorus
Verse three： {lil ya}
Ninety days done passed and all my charge got dropped
Collected all my commissary and Im back to my block
{now the scenery lookin diffrent to me}
No more cars, no more girls, Im in a diffrent world
Facin reality I got to start again
Like I said, can't fuck around with no friends
Like shawn kemp, I 360 turned my life around
Went through a stage some people call it a mentally phase
Chorus： {2x}
{yella boy}
Say ya brah, who the fuck is the president
{lil ya}
Man, Im the muthafuckin president
Fuck michael gordon
Fuck the pink slip you used to emit me with
Fuck the doctors who told me I wasn't gonna get better
Fuck the nurses, I used to fuck on the third floor at charity
Bitch I was contra up there ya heard me
And last but not least fuck everybody that call me crazy
Cuz, if you fuck around and hang with me
Bitch you gonna be crazy to
Now black, get my straight jacket and
Bring me to my muthafuckin room
4.Chill Hussle
Verse one：{lil ya}
Its 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 Im a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckin wig Im a split
Im a get my point across cuz Im 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 Im 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 fasho 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
Im back up on the scenery ya bitch you
Im 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 Im a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
Aint nothin shakin, when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin at you non stop
Slickie grease I got yo draws down
Im pased once, Im comin back around to act a clown
No freakin out because Im 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 aint no hoe I spin the bin lettin bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I aint no joke see Im straight downin folks
Im on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bees instantly
Then I vanish hangin with the spanish
Im ducked off I'll be right back at you
Im here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see Im dumpin bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because Im in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittin at you and yo crew
Comin to down you, quickly tryna 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 Im 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
Im 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)
Im slangin rocks in the motherfuckin meplh
Now lets 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 Im a hit you
Now picture me ballin the emenies around me
Waitin for me to go down
Player haters 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 gots to pay bills and tomorrows the first man
Chorus： {2x}
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