1.Local 580
First verse
{ lil' slim}
Ghetto ass nigga and i'm true to the game
I had an fucked up childhood but that's not to blame
The way i'm from they got my name on the wall
My name on the wall because i got big balls
Niggas round my way say i ain't nothin'
But i'm down wit my hood because you know i'm still struglin'
Afro and eagle is where the dope fiends dwell
Niggas slangin' fuckin' nine and makin' money as well
Pop pop watch the glock no i'm never gonna stop
Bloody stones in my hand from watchin' a nigga drop
I don seen niggas bleed from bullets that have been bust
I'm pullin' niggas cars and leavin' bitches in my dust
Then i met to niggas who was really try'na save me
Baby and slim they had the local 580
To you my nigga pimp, ms. tee, and big d
My niggas got my back off of apple and e
Always ready to peel one they call me the lil' one
Rat a tat tat now ya flat because i got my gun
Second verse
{pimp daddy}
I'm down wit local 580 cuz i got much love
Black and white tee shirts when we walk up in the club
Straight gangsta to the back where dey yacky the gat
Pull it out blok blok my niggas always got my back
Been an ghetto ass nigga ever since i've was a kid gee
My daddy was an fiend never came around to see me
That's all right because the shit is gettin' bigger
Hooked up wit cmr and meet some gangsta ass nigga
Now i'm in it to win it deep in this game wit my boys
Down wit local 580 and we bout to bring noise
Third verse
{gangsta dee}
I'm gangsta dee from the streets down wit u.n.l.v.
I'm comin' straight up gangsta tellin' niggas to back up off me
If you don't corporate its closer to you i'm takin' it off yo
shoulder
Knock yo mutherfuckin' head off
The mic is in my hand i'm actin' bad goin' wild
Them niggas on the street still jockin' u.n.l.v. style
Niggas talkin' shit but know they scared to tot the trigger
If ya dissin' u.n.l.v. you just an pussy ass nigga
I'm that fuckin' gangsta always packin' me a gat
I'm down wit yella, tec and that other gangsta fat
Yeah nigga i might be young but i ain't no fuckin' joke
If ya step to me ya get yo mutherfuckin' neck broke
The crowd is gettin' hype lamest nigga ain't no thing
I'm down wit that 3rd but slang in that thirteen
I'm a nigga dat don't give a fuck i'm always packin' nines
Nigga livin' box you know we don't mind dyin'
So now you got a piece of the mutherfuckin' young gee
I'm tellin' pussy niggas to watch out
Bitch back up off me
Forth verse
{mr. ivan}
I'm cool wit gangsta ass niggas
Picky pop on yo ass bitch
I'm quick to kill a nigga the very second ya hear my nine click
The mind of a criminal the section' wit the twelve gage
I'm quick to kill a nigga widin' up on the front page bitch
Blackin' wit my glock buckin' 'em down wit my k's uhh
We show no kind of emotion local 580 don't play uhh
Its time to take it from a real ass nigga leave ya
Mutherfuckers stankin' in the mornin' we gonna do ya nigga
U.n.l.v. uptown niggas livin' violent wit an downtown nigga
Killin' fect real silent local 580 on a buster hunt
Takin' a nigga hostage crack his skull and smoke a blunt
Chea man! been known to kill a nigga wit my nine-a
Been shake 'em buckin' 'em stickin' watchin' do this crime (uhh)
A nigga ass off the mat gee i told yo ass before not to fuck wit
me
Now my mind clickin' about to nut yo bitch ass
Rip yo chest doin' a murder in a hockey mask
Bloke bloke takin' makin' bleed to death i'm bout to kill yo
bitch
Gettin' out the box wit some murderous ass gangsta shit
I'm crackin' heads like an shake
So don't forget the white chalk and the fuckin' yellow tape
I'm bout to kill a bitch y'all ready for pmw to break you off
bitch!
Fifth verse
{pxmxwx}
Its the local 580 niggas dats crazy
Fuck wit me me fool and you be pushin' up daisies
Its the real 'g' thing hittin' 'em wit a swang
Pop and nine millimeter dope bing
(hmm mm) sound of the dumb dumb
Real niggas die fool so here i come
I'm feelin' kind of hungry got to stay on my shit
Walk on stage wit my weed and grab my dick
Ya down for your crown i'm up for my throne
But i think its about time you leave me alone
I blow smoke in yo face and constipate
Manny fresh on the board won't ya drop the base
580 droppin' bottles for an buster on a mission
Them bitches must be worried cuz they all about dissin'
I'm a piss on yo parade keep fuckin' wit me nigga
I'm a throw my hand grenade
Boom boom on that ass with the quickness
That's the way it is when i handle my business
Pimps hustlers and niggas thats crazy
The only mutherfuckers thats real in the
Local 580!
2.Pussy C'mon To Me
Chorus
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Verse one
{yella boy}
Pussy weigh uptown (uptown)
Pussy weigh downtown (downtown)
Pussy weigh fronton (fronton)
Pussy weigh backtown (backtown)
I got pussy on my mind got to have time
Just fuckin' a dog bitch try'na break her fuckin' spine
Hos brangin' on how they fuck and ain't gonna do dat lick
Labeled as my bitch so bitch suck my fuckin' dick
I like to watch an p popper trick ass just do it
If ya want to give me that pussy bitch you got to show and prove
it
Just serve my fuckin' body and i want the whole nine
But bitches let me shoot in they mouth i ain't lyin'
Its an everyday thing to jump the pussy with the dick
If ya think that shits legit so ride it suck it ride it
To ya make my knees tremble my dick run down yo throat
Quick to jack my balls nipple so bust another nut if ya down wit
me
Mutherfuckers stank hos i got pussy c'mon to me
Chorus
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Verse two
{yella}
I'm never down with a pussy because a bitch ain't shit
Fuckin' 'em doggin' 'em leavin' 'em makin' 'em run behind this
dick
Ya reppin' on that pussy bitch don't make me get loose
Here i come flip a gin quarter juice hos like a mean dick
Stickin' 'em in they fuckin' pussy ya comin' like ya crazy
Don't forget to wash yo pussy
I got bitches on my dick seven days a week
Servin' puttin' 'em up i'm a fool from the three
Doggin' a bitch doggin' dat one because i'm true to the players
game
I'm a third one fuckin' ya sweeter leavin' her shanked
Don't give me no fuckin' leaf because ya not that type of girl
Freakin' fuckin' not lossin' in this world
Its all right to give me some love put yo mouth on my dick
Be cool and face the fact ya just another one on my list
So bust another nut if ya know ya down with me
Mutherfuckers stank hos i got pussy c'mon to me
Chorus
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Verse three
{yella}
I'm back on the scene niggas makin' dat green
They want to holla at a player for a trip to
Rubisteam ya never holla because i didn't have the power
Now i got the power because niggas makin' dollars
I fuck 'em then leave 'em no feelins are felt
I say them hos suck melph i say them hos suck melph
If you ain't on yo feet behind yo back them hos cheatin'
Now she got yo head smokin' now her ass you have to beat
Them dog mutherfuckers only out for one thing
Lookin' for a fuckin' gangster would some brain dick and game
The times have changed i know you hos will say the same
When ya see me in the club i wish he never came
Mutherfuck you hos in the house who can't take it
Bitch i'm on the fuckin' map the 'u' ain't fakin'
Now this is for them hos who you pass up this dick
I'm comin' up strong so you can suck my dick
Bust another nut if ya know ya down wit me
Mutherfuckers stank hos i got pussy c'mon to me
Chorus
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy c'mon to me pussy c'mon to me pussy
Pussy weigh uptown (uptown)
Pussy weigh dowtown (downtown)
Pussy weigh fronton (fronton)
Pussy weigh backtown (backtown)
Tec-9 got pussy boo-koo pussy
Mickey mike got pussy boo-koo pussy
Suga fingers got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil' ya got pussy boo-koo pussy
The big man got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil' slim got pussy boo-koo pussy
Lil' ivory got pussy boo-koo pussy
Gangsta dee got pussy boo-koo pussy
Hahahaha!
3.Tec-9 What Ya Like
Chorus
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a nasty bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a freaky bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
As a matter of fact
I like a i bitch who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
Verse one
{tec-9}
Back on that ass with a grove to make you move
Best believe what i say is what i prove got no time for playin'
If ya know what i'm sayin' because an nigga can't be have
steppin'
For them stanky ass hos who hate me for what i do
Shout goes out to you!
Givin' them hos what they like on a rainy night
I'm a nigga with enough nut for everybody
If ya want you can get it because i got it
Now break a nigga off and let me hit that cat
Don't act like that cuz i know you know me from way back
People from the neck say my shit so fat!
I never fell off and changed my style like them other clowns
Just another grove for my niggas and my bitches
If ya down with the three repeat after me
Kickin' it on them hos them dog ass hos
I'm kickin' kickin' kickin' on them dog ass hos
Now how many bitches remember that
I'm bringin' it back because ya hit it when i put ya on the map
I'm like a dealer pullin' chips out my shoes mutherfucker!
It's that grove part two
Chorus
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a nasty bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a freaky bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
As a matter of fact
I like a i bitch who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
Verse two
{tec-9}
Now i'm a keep rollin' because i'm stayin' on my feet
And it won't be long before i make another creep
The stanky ass hos who try to take what i have
Is walkin' around the same neighborhood lookin' bad
Fuckin' anything that walk just to get another hit
I'm feelin' for a nut so you can suck upon my dick
I remember them times i kept yo pockets fat
If you was in trouble i was slangin' the gat
Bustin' heads cuttin' throats all that for that dog ho
I'm breakin' her off proper and she still wanted more
Givin' her everything i had plus a lil' extra
I couldn't believe this bitch want to fuck up
The minute i dump ya i made the right move
So baby you can dry yo eyes i'm still rollin'
With my tec-9 crew!
Chorus
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a nasty bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a freaky bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
As a matter of fact
I like a i bitch who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
Verse three
{tec-9}
Chillin' at uptown where all my love at
Nigga be dissin' the 'u' not expecting' us to diss 'em back
To tell you the truth i thought shit was real funny
Ya got nothin' but an laugh and i'm still makin' money
I got no love for an weak mutherfucker
Who try to make an name for they self reppin' on another nigga
So i'm a flow on and go on that nickel bitch asked for the dick
I guess i have to get my serve on
But in the mean time i got to sell tapes
Money to be mad then money i'll make
I don't ask no broad and don't give none
Bitches be all up in my shit thinkin' i'm a break 'em off some
So holla at a nigga if ya comprehend mutherfucker
The grin i'm in
Chorus
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a nasty bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
I like a freaky bitch
Tec-9 what ya like
As a matter of fact
I like a i bitch who ain't afraid to suck the bozack
4.Things Got Wild
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse 1
{yella boy}
I was creepin' through newtons gave my boy some fuckin' dap
I looked to my right and lil' hurt was about to strap
I rocked upon the mic i made the whole crowd clap
Tec-9 was in the back with boo-koo bitches on his lap
Bigge de bouncin' through the pot hos was on my j
I'm givin' eye to eye to this lil' freak named renee
Spittin' much game and my game be cold
Now why them hos be sweatin' me
Because of the vibes of the kangol
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse two
{tec-9}
Everybody buck wild because it's sunday night
Music got it goin' on and it's kind of hype
Lil' ya is on the mutherfuckin' mic tonight
Got the bitches pussy poppin' so we keepin' it tight
My nigga pee wee in the back rippin' shit up
He asked me would i grab the mic i said wusup
Ya know i slowly approach the mic wit my hand
Everybody was clappin' to what i was sayin'
Till that nigga from the other side shouted out
Mutherfuck that third put a boot in yo mouth!
Got damn nigga trippin' must be on that shit
Cuz before the bitch knew i was gettin' dat lick
As i knocked out the big mouth who fucked up my show
I told him it was sent around so it's time to go
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Third verse
{lil' ya}
Sittin' in the club lookin' real sharp gee
Niggas break out fightin' uh oh its gettin' rowdy
Hos in the front try'na break it up i'm chillin' in the back
Try'na get my fuckin' dick sucked
Ya see they distracted about wards
They servin' them hos come up drivin' and shoppin' in fancy cars
But me i'm just chillin' like a fuckin' villain
Step against the chrome and there will be another killin'
Somebody's on the mic rockin' the bitches
Lil' slim my nigga pimp they shit was tight
Nigga lit up a blunt the hos was nothin' nice
The big man started to make fight
Chairs started flyin' in the air
But when you at newtons nobody don't care
Then ms. tee poped up on the scene
With that i don't give a ( i don't give a)
You know what that mean bitches weigh tires
With the fuck me yella they was straight eddie bowin'
Who the fuck is tec-9 a nigga with a lot of dog bitches
On his mutherfuckin' mind then i head of juvie of valence street
Down wit playa they call him lil' gangsta dee
Newton was wild that night gee that's the same night
Every fuckin' thing got wild
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Verse four
{yella boy}
I slowly moved to the bar to get another slow gin
I turned back around hands was goin' in the wind
A nigga can't walk straight he full of that fuckin' dank
Walked up to another nigga that was drunk and waist his drink
He said ya blow my fuckin' high so nigga don't apologize
I feel ya about to play me like a ho suddenly ya bout to die
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Fifth verse
{tec-9}
Now i can't understand how a nigga sweat a bitch
Gettin' all pumped because yo ho in my shit
If ya tell her in her face ya fucked her
Then that uptown bitch wouldn't disrespect ya
You don went and got yo whole posse for me
Ya tried to test my nine to see if i was a gee
Mutherfucker as i pop my trunk let me see dat ass run
But the bullets from my gage put ya on front page
All the shit that went down didn't even make since
When they put you in the bag i was diggin' up in yo bitch
As i left the scene everybody started to watch me
I got to get the fuck before them people try to rob me
Chorus
Tell ya bout this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
So let me tell you about this time things they got wild
They got wild they got wild they got rowdy
Everything is wild yo that's not my style
I like to keep my game smooth like the water in the nile
Why shits always startin' while a nigga is try'na chill
Every fuckin' night ya hear somebody's gettin' killed
5.Back Up Off Me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the
rear
First verse
{tec-9}
I'm sick of them mutherfuckers with that ho shit
Make yo self known and stop talkin' from an distance
I remember back to this round 1992
Some niggas called me up sayin' we startin' a group
Yeah i gave it a try but i was in it to win it
Them niggas started somethin' they could not finish
Now i got to move on so i signed with cash money
Now i got some niggas who want to look at me funny
But yo i ain't even gonna let them niggas step
If they start to rep i'm gonna rep mutherfucker
I got to set this shit straight now i'm on wax ya want to
converse
But i ain't got nothin' to say since ya pissed me off
It's best to get yo monkey ass out of my fuckin' way
A lot of people dislike me but they don't understand
They the one's who really made me you can hate me forever
I'm makin' money from yo head you can take this bounce
To another level cash money is in effect if ya got a probelm
Mutherfucker it's yo self you got to check
I represent that fuckin' uptown
Through the circumstances and the difficulties in the rap game
Niggas be comin' with ho shit makin' it harder for next man
I'm takin' a stand mutherfuck the next nigga
Because ya got a plan with no heart
I'm only down with them niggas who was down with me from the
Very start ya sayin' this ya sayin' that
The actual fact ya only lookin' for a way out
So back up off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because tec-9 is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the
rear
Verse two
{lil' ya}
Damn why they fuckin' with an nigga
Ya not on the map but yet makin' yo name bigger
You and that ho shit you know you don't mean it
But if ya want some drama won't ya step to ya bitch
Ya talkin' bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
Put down yo guns and let's begin to fight
Cuz i'm a gangster and ya know i'm true to the game
Test my nuts anyway to see if i'm lame
I got muscle comin' strong gee
Tellin' this o'l mark ass gangstas
To back up off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because lil' ya is in the clear
So watch yo back nigga cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the rear
Third verse
{yella boy}
Now a days i'm comin' round but it's cool ya see
Still a ho ass mutherfuker better act ya like ya know fool
Ya better step correct because i'm gonna put yo ass in check
Comin' stompin' out the third you the 'u' is in effect
Nigga i still thought niggas livin' violent kimo by by my side
If ya ever slip my pass that mean yo ass want to die
I'm tellin' you like this cuz yall niggas makin' me pissed
Ya fuckin' with the cash money ya gonna get yo damn head split
Jealous bitches here boo-koo jealous bitches there
My nigga lil' slim say shake yo ass up in a minute
Bitch i started off strong i bet ten that's how finish
What kind of nigga try'na go for his bitches be try'na stop me
All upset they need to find them some dick
But i'm gonna let the fuckin' pressure grow
Suckin' makin' me strong slippin' with that ho shit
Don't ya know i got pussy c'mon to me bitches on my
Dick and that is that b-32 and suga fingers keepin' things tight
That's an fact (yeah) i got the six and b mob by my side
So watch yo back here come an mutherfuckin' drive by
Loadin' the gat's we got to be strapped packin' the gat's
Can't get trapped steppin' hos checkin' a nigga with my bozack
Why i got to keep on tellin' you not to battle me
When ya know one thing that you can never pay me back
So bitch get off me
Chorus
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because yella boy is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the
rear
Shoot you in yo head makin' sure your dead
Everybody's talkin' about the way that you bled
But ain't no rats around because the u is in the clear
So watch yo back mutherfucker cuz i'm creepin' up on ya from the
rear
The 'u' is for uptown uptown
The 'n' is for niggas niggas
The 'l' is for livin' livin'
The 'v' is for violent still fuckin' violent
The 'u' is for uptown uptown
The 'n' is for niggas niggas
The 'l' is for livin' livin'
The 'v' is for violent still fuckin' violent
6.Bangin With My Pump
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse one
{lil' ya}
I put you hos on the map with my dick
Then i stuck my nine in them hos but i made 'em sick
Now ya supposed to wonder what i'm gonna do
Well i got it on my mind let's try the pump throw away the nine
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse two
{lil' ya}
I'm still tired of fuckin' you bitches everyday
I try to use my nine later on the a-k
But you wasn't satisfied it wasn't good enough
So ya tried to test my nuts to see if i was tough
So i fucked you and fucked you and shot my hollow in you
Watched you polished the chrome while i was drinkin' an cold
brew
Freak you got life all wrong that's why messi your the first
Bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Verse three
{lil' ya}
Here's another bitch named blacke
You on the inmate pee because i fucked you with my two-twenty
three
It felt good to ya you wanted to do it again we can do it again
So i tried the mack ten but the mack was to long for this ho
So i took it out had to load up the forty four
She complain'' about the forty four sayin' my gat to small
Stuck the sweeper in her ass started sweatin' like a dog
Hahaha i guess my gat was to long an blacke you
The second bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Forth verse
{lil' ya}
Lil' ya is the type that don't give a shit
My three favorite words are
Doggin' doggin' doggin' a bitch
Who can i talk to about lance i'm a kick
It on takia because she down bad
She rode a nigga dick sucked the shells of a pump
Hit her with my glock and made the bitch jump
She came to my house sayin' she wanted to fuck
Cheat her with my uzi she was stuck like chuck
Ended up pregnant sayin' the baby was mine
I fucked you with my uzi you had an baby nine
Took baby nine outside and threw 'em in the dump
Two weeks passed i fucked that bitch with my pump
The ho face resemble queen coat matin' so that's
Why takia ya the last bitch in my song
Chorus
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
Try to use his nine but his nine wasn't workin'
Started bangin' with his pump and the bitch started twerkin'
7.6 ＆ Baronne(manny Fresh Style) Awk Awk(Manny Fresh Style)
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
First verse
{tec-9}
Chillin' on the set with the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin' that's how i got my respect
I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
But i'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is
It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga
Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
While i'm chillin' on the corner i'm a get fucked up
My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups
Lil' ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone
And i'm chillin' on 6th and baronne they call us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the
Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us
I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin'
Bout 6th and baronne
Second verse
{lil' ya}
I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas i've been try'na kill
I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' they hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again
Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place i call my mutherfuckin' home
Cuz i'm chillin' on 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Third verse
{yella boy}
Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion
Born and raised in third because that's my home
There's not another gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin' up but i just don't care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
Cash money means ya got to stay legit
Throwin' paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then i call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her
bow
All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel
good
I'm down for a gangster strap can't you tell
I know a buildin' down with me of the melph a mene and del a
rell
Tec-9, lil' ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys i'm makin' big bank and packin' the
chrome
(why) because i'm a gangster from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Forth verse
{tec-9}
Growin' up was hard but it all paid off well
I was only eleven when i started to sell
6th and baronne was the set that i sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because i'm servin' the block
Now i'm on the run i guess i got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know where i'm at
But i'm gonna make it hard for 'em because i'm packin' a gat
Now i never was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because i'm a nigga from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Fifth verse
{lil' ya}
I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome
Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the junkies gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin' lincoln
Yes he strapped with a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin' with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin' doggin'
Doggin' a ho chella's in the house chillin'
With lamb while ronda with keisha
With them bitches they don't give a damn
Gettin' her haircut from sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do baby is on there other end
Stun'n on the pay phone and i'm chillin' on
6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Sixth verse
{yella boy}
I got to watch my damn back
For the robbers and the gangsters
Like in the fuckin' pin i draw my knife
Then i shank ya because i know i got to handle that
Because some niggas try'na creep up bests believe i got my gat
You will never catch me slippin' cuz the leather keep flippin'
Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin'
Cuz a gangster out that third pushin' to much pain
Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
There's a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
I'm takin' no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker cuz this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gee's
Just to be then nigga again because i'm makin' big bank
And packin' the chrome (why yella) because i'm a gangster
From 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin' life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
8.Hike
All the gangsters out that third stop
That mutherfuckin' bullshit don't you
Know you dissin' a u. n. l. v. theme bitch
Cash money productions comin' at you
Comin' later on the eddie bow part 2
First i got two bags of weed it's not
That easy to lie again here i go again
With another dance i call the hike
Pucker up with your thumbs
In with your back
Turn your rzights to left
If you get dizzy don't look back
Chorus：
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
First verse
{yella boy)
Yes i still got my fuckin' bike and i'm on a hot ten
I lost my fuckin' self because i was drinkin' that juice and gin
I got my bike build back up i'm doin' a billie five
If it wasn't for my helmet yeah i wouldn't be alive
I had a powder hot girlie the bitches kicked in
I lost control of my fuckin' bike then i thought this was the
end
I flipped over the front on the ground i'm on my soccer bike
I have to control myself i thank the lord i'm still alive
Well
Chorus：
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
Second verse：
{yella boy}
Just proven a point to myself believe no lessons
Will be learned because i got my bike fixed
Still smokin' major joints i call one of my hoes
Because i'm ready to serve somethin'
Let her rent it for the night go to wasteland that's nothin'
So i'm headed cross the river decided to catch this fuckin'
ferry
There's this freaky bitch plus she gay but she not scary
This bitch i'm talkin' about she had the gift she wouldn't stop
I had to make it back to her house to make her scream and shout
I'm comin' real hard but i'm a man and still in charge (where
you at)
On manhattan vapor i'm full of that fuckin' weed thinkin' about
her
On her knees not only for my keys but for her keys
I took a shout from on over because i ran a red light
Once again i'm in that world with that weed on my bike
Well
Chorus：
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
Third verse：
{yella boy}
Now the year is 94 i got a chance to ride a polo
I'm bout to get that bitch fixed up and make in gangster on you
hoes
I took a ride to the eagle scope another bitch how ever
Four in the mornin' i got breakfast at eleven
I'm chillin' real solo gettin' full of that grits and cheese
I hope this hoe don't burn me because i'm not bout no damn
desiese
I jetted down chef try to get to donald five she rode behind the
wheel
I hit the gear and broke my tire's pump up in my hand
Look for me if you dare i pop my fuckin' trunk
Somebody stole my damn spare
The law didn't catch him he was smooth like a cat
The nine would have popped him a left him lyin' on his back
Pussy come pussy go i got to learn to leave it
That's what i get for always try'na be greedy
Well
Chorus：
Well one of my fuckin' boys
Packed and scope a nigga named mike
I'm a long way from home and don't see nothin' in sight
I got to hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
Hike(hzike) hike(hzike) hike(hzike)
(2x)
9.Bitch Ain't Shit
First verse：
{tec-9}
Ah shit now i'm kind of in a fit
Them suckers locked me up now they treat me like a bitch
I don't have no remorse for all the crimes that i did
But still doesn't mean you have to treat me like a pig
I'm standin' on my own i got to make it in that world
I'm havin' thoughts of another nigga peepin' down on my girl
Well anyway that's why i'm in this bitch tryin' please a bitch
Pullin' all capers to get the bitch hair fixed
You tellin' me i'm crazy but love is a motherfucker
Couldn't find a job i turned to sellin' cluckers
Makin' bank buyin' cars all that flashy ass shit
Now a days that's the only way a man can keep a bitch
You tellin' me you love why the fuck i'm out of smokes
It wasn't all that when i was up to sellin' dope
Puttin' clothes on yo back thinkin' you was all that
Now that i'm facin' time you dropped me like a bad habit
Funny how a bitch can use a nigga for his ends
An ride around town in my car with her friends
She tellin' me that she love me and tellin' me she legit
But tec is here to tell you a bitch ain't shit
Chorus：
Now these is for the hoes i can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
She play you for your ends and
Spend it up with her friends
I'm here to tell you
Second verse：
{lil' ya}
Well my situation is kind of strange
I was fuckin' the bitches an breakin' the hoes
Because i got game but when i made me
A mutherfuckin' song same hit hoes jock me
Cuz they know i got it goin' on
They started playin' the role that i used to play
Buy me some tents fuck me good then i'm on my way
But they can't get jack
Bitch i ain't with you
You can suck my dick and step the fuck back
Cuz lil' ya is the same o'l nigga trick
I got to get into yo pockets so i can make mine bigger bitch
You can try to run game and make me think your my fuckin' queen
But i'm a treat you with this dick like halloween
Ya try to play me out but you played me to close
The only thing you got left is this dick down yo throat hoe
Bitches just today ain't shit you got to treat 'em bad
To make the stupid hoes legit so get yo mind right
And wind up nigga ya givin' her all yo time and money
Bitch is gonna leave ya now fela's don't play ya self
Like a trick cuz ya's here to tell you
That a bitch ain't shit
Chorus：
Now these is for the hoes i can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
Don't be a fuckin' dummy because she play
You for your money fool
I'm here to tell you
Third verse：
{yella boy}
Now i never ever got the fuckin' attention
That i thought i should have had
Hoes are playin' me to the left
Ain't that cold ain't that sad
Might not hang out with fela's or might not
Hang out just as late
But you make my fuckin' day
If i can take you out on a date
When i called you smiled you used to say
A nigga was cute when a nigga needed a ride
You never ever stopped to scoop
You claim you changed my diapers and you
Knew me since birth i rather smoke weed
And gee you ass to the hearst
I asked you for your number cuz i thought you would chill
But you looked me up and down like i was poppin' boo-koo pills
Size don't matter because a nigga can be gay
Way back in the pin a gangster couldn't get no play
Real gangster gangster pictures used to blow my high
Takin' a hit started guessin' but quiet as i crep
Just imagine a player wish a hoe would get with this
Givin' me faces winked her eye and blew me a kiss
Some said that i was young some said i was dumb
I was very grown for my age my dick was still shootin' cum
But i must not be legit but like a fiend you got me sick
That's why i wrote this damn song because a
Bitch ain't shit
Chorus：
Now these is for the hoes i can't trust
A bitch ain't shit
She'll act like she's down but you'll
Find out in the end
I'm here to tell you
Forth verse：
{tec-9}
Money talks shit walks and i'll be out in a week
And it won't be long before i'm back up on my feet
An them stanky ass hoes who took everything
That i had is walkin' around that same neighborhood
Lookin' bad fuckin' anything that walk
Just to get a fuckin' hit i'm fiendin' for a nut
So you can suck up on my dick
I remember those times i kept your pockets fat
An if you was in trouble i was slangin' my gat
Bustin' heads cuttin' throats all that for that
Dog hoe
10.Bad Ass Yella Boy
Words like boy what is you doin' you created that shit
Chorus：
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
First verse
{yella boy}
Causin' my trouble seven days a week
Mami couldn't find a nice neighbor just to watch me
Them people round the corner talkin' bout i'm just to wild
Grownups on my back bout they can never change my style
Ya said at a young age a nigga couldn't fuck
I'm peepin' out the girlie's up the block to get my dick sucked
Now i'm a hit the rope for three days that's the word
Call my aunti will you watch him he ain't workin' on my nerves
So i'm stuck with my mama bout to jet straight out of town
I was waitin' on a greyhound so you know i had to clown
Yes i'm array array oh it's late time to catch some z's
Greyhound number seven all you heard was quiet please
Just diggin' around the luggage hopin' i can find a gangster gun
(boy get out of shit) suck my dick i'm havin' fun
But all my life i wonder if a nigga just behave they said
Chorus：
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Second verse：
{yella boy}
Now i reached double figures and i'm at the age of twelve
You can never beat my talent so bitch don't tell me to go to
hell
I'm just a young and hard menace drivin' everything in site
If you got a lil' bet tell that sucker i want a bite
I went to cargo loofa with the polo and the jeans
Couldn't be no fuckin' hoe you had to strap to see this dick
Much trouble mo trouble that's all a lil' one know
It will never ever stop me and that's another thing i know
For all my life i always wonder what it meant to behave they
said
Chorus：
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Third verse：
{yella boy}
A nigga is much older they got someone to content me
But i like just like that while respect you know i'm kickin' it
It was ruff back in the days i learned my fuckin' lesson
I went to jail as a juvie i caught with smith and wesson
Now have you heard that sayin' it'll be greater later
I know that sayin' true because i got mannie on the turn table
I had to stop bein' a clown had to turn my life around
Signed with cash money you know the 'u' is never goin' down
Still causin' trouble but this time it's done the right way
Rippin' the fuckin' mic up all you suckers better make way
I'm mad as a muthafucker in this bitch to win it
My pockets is gettin' bigger and this only the begin'
All my life i wonder what it was to behave they said
Chorus：
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
You crazy because my baby ain't
Just a lil' bad ass yellow boy
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
When i was young i wasn't nothin' bout trouble
(4x)
11.Much Respect
Verse one：
{lil' ya}
Regional manuel aka tec-9 stay strap keep a blunt
Don't give a fuck about one time(ha) jumped six
But now he's out gettin' paid(ha) yella's doin' the bow
So is tec and the lil' ya damn it must be a dream
I'm a born entertainer he's a lyrical fiend
Three black brother's love each other keep a fat check
Ain't a nigga in the city who can fuck with tec boy
Went from quicker to key's left it all alone
Gettin' paid legal got the bitches all on his bone
Give him credit because he's all that
But i got love and respect me for my nigga tec
Chorus：
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec fool
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec
Yeah
Second verse：
{lil' ya}
Started sellin' at eleven went to jail when he was twelve
Had him bond as a juvie and mutherfucker made bail
Went back in 91 they caught him with some weigh, a beamer
And a tec nine gun made it to the tenth dropped out and went the
wrong way
Had the lord in his heart so it's a better day there's only one
tec-9
Never be another nothin' like my daddy but more like
My big brother never let me slip kept my mind right
Scratch each other's back because we love livin' the
Legal life bein' a daddy in the rap world
Got a son that's one can't forget about his lil' girl
So you see he's a gangster fuckin' with the tecster my nigga
Lil' ya gonna have to check ya so be cool
Cuz you know there be a killin' you family's at your funeral
Me and tec are chillin' like villain's nigga so don't rep on my
set
Cuz i got love and respect for my nigga tec
Chorus：
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec fool
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec
I got to give it up
Much respect for my nigga tec
Yeah
Yeah and that's real straight from the three
It's the 'u' most defiantly in the house bitch
Cash money and we out
We gonna send it out like this
Yeah my nigga lil' slim in the fuckin' house
Pimp daddy, yeah ms. tee uhh lil' ivery
Uhh, b-32 yeah suga fingers
My d.j. emanuel yeah we in the house
Can't forget my nigga prime time
He most defiantly in this bitch
Nigga sque lou you in thsi bitch
Gangsta gangsta dee stay a juvie nigga
And we out
12.Straight Out Tha Gutta
Verse one：{tec-9}
Straight out tha gutta they label a nigga
As a problem to the other side but they just
Want to take me for a ride you ask the question on
Why i like to use the 'n' word
Well that's the only way a nigga is heard
Now i'm young and i'm black that puts odds against me
I often carry the nine cuz i got to defend me
Gun shot to yo head now you dead uh huh
That mean some drama bout to happen
Motherfucka, yeah i'm to much trouble
I can't stay at my mom's house
Mama goin' crazy thinkin' my time is runnin' out
So now i'm a nigga with a time limit
On top of all that i got hooked up on some hoe shit
They say i fit the description of a 187 suspect
So now the parish prison blue is in effect
But this ain't nothin' to a brother
Cuz i've handle shit like this once before
Because i'm straight out the gutta
Chorus： {lil' ya／yella boy}
They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if i'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride a ride
Miss don't try to touch my nuts to see if i'll pull the trigger
They just want to take me for a ride
Verse two： {tec-9}
Now i'm out in the gutta nothin' but a trap
You can't survive if you can't stay strapped
So watch yo back gangster
I hear this story and i started to get hecked
I'm figurin' a plan so my boys can be protected
I ain't about to let this shit go down
Cuz before i go down i'm a show these niggas how to clown
You got yo strap i got my shit
So what ya wanna do i'm bout to bring some drama to you
Now how do it feel to feal the steel of a real ass nigga
I know that you slipped because i'm bangin' and bangin'
At yo ass with the motherfuckin' hollow tip
I told you once before i got nuts i got heart and
Ammunition i'm a real ass nigga
Straight out tha gutta
Chorus： {2x}
Verse three： {tec-9}
Everyday there's a murder case in my hood
And them gangsters i grew up
Still up to no good my nigga lyin' on the ground
All shot up and everybody no the motherfucka who did him up
Nigga da nigga da nigga uhh uhh watch yo back
Cuz i'm packin' the gat but ain't nobody sayin' a
Damn thing and i don't feel a nigga so
I'm lettin' my fuckin' nuts hang
Machine gun, three eighty, ak, glock forty-five
With all that ammunition how the fuck you gonna stay alive!
I take out yo clip because shit gettin' deeper
I predict the future when i see ya i'm a kill ya
Cuz once live a nigga who tested my nuts
Yeah he's a sucker, because i clipped out
And shot the motherfucker it goes on and on
In the heart of the gutta
Smokin' blunt after blunt we gettin'
High as a motherfucka
I was a villain since my day of birth
Yeah, i got popped with a pump but it didn't hurt
My big brother told me wrong he didn't teach me right
Cuz everyday i went to school i got into a fight
I ain't with that shit because it's really wasn't about that
shit
Yeah, but i never let me guard down ya heard me
Chorus： {4x}
13.Got A Lot Of Love
Verse one：{lil' slim}
Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything
Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and
Brothers takin' yo life i'm pourin' brew on the curve
For my hommies my nerve
They gettin' popped with the gat so i guess they got served
Now slippin' in the hood is a no no thing
Now way back in the game they used to slang and hang
So let's forget that past i can't dwell on old days
If you show a brother weakness you bond to get sprayed
Stuck in the hood front me dope i wish you would
My hommies showed me love so i know it's all good
Back and forth to the bank no i ain't gon hurt
I rather struggle with my hommies in the hood and
Put in work if ya weak ya beat on the n.o. streets
If you can't play the game you can't compete
With the hustlers and the hoodlums that packin' the gats
You got to walk the set and be fully strapped
The drug dealers steady makin' the ends
My nigga got popped doin' time in the pin a
Mac ten is a man's best friend
When i blast that ass another killin' again
But look here a fuckin' gangster ain't no time
Gettin' lok the lower my game is to
Smoke or to get smoked
I'm still lil' slim no i ain't gone change
I'm showin' love to my hood plus i'm true to the game
Verse two： {pimp daddy}
Throw up a peace to my niggas when i walk in the club
Givin' dap to my boys because i got much love
My hug a few gee's that i knew from the game
Cuz i'm a ghetto ass nigga ain't a fuckin' thing changed
I got to give it up to these motherfuckin' projects
I got mine so get yours and put away the gat black
Cuz i'm tired of seein' you motherfuckers face down
Six feet deep, yeah or either locked down
So i got to give it up to my niggas
Who got me off the streets and took my finger off the trigger
You made my mother proud of me that's why i got to give it up
You turned my life around that's why i got much love
Verse three： {lady kk}
I got love for them hoes who don't like me
Talk behind my back and said that shit about me
But i'm the type of girl that has to get mine
Strap to dress with my killer platted nine
I hear people say love one another
That's why i give love to the ca money brothers
Verse four： {mr. ivan}
Early in my time i used to be the nigga
The gangsta a lunatic killer and a
Cocaine slanger
I'm givin' a lot of love to my niggas that are dead
Like my nigga the mac totter doin' life up in the pin
Sometime i feel the need to bust caps at the cops
Jettin' up the block it wasn't long to see the body drop
Started sellin' rocks a youngster comin' up real fast
Makin' boo-koo cash back up on that ass with
My hockey mask doin' it real smooth
Movin' quater keys at speed
Givin' them motherfuckers what they want
I'm givin' 'em what they need dick
The dope game was gettin' played to the left
I had to do somethin' because there wasn't to much time left
I went to robbin' car jackin' kidnappin'
I snatched a few plates motherfucka i was always packin'
I'm gettin' to old for this delinquent ass shit
It took some o pp to get me straight
So i'm able to get them niggas at ca money
Gave me chance to redeem myself
Slangin' dope lyrics doin' shows makin' a lot of wealth
Baby and slim i'm givin' love to them niggas
Showed me the right direction and pull me from
Behind the trigger comin' strong up on that ass man
Cotton killer so i'm bangin' a lot of cash chea!
In the studio me and my niggas lite a dub
Cuz niggas from the nine ca money
Givin' much love
Verse five： {pxmxwx}
I'm givin' much love for them niggas in the crew
If you don't like that then nigga fuck you
I got it goin' on with that five eight 'o'
Much love much respect now let me flow
Niggas be talkin' bullshit playin' with that hoe shit
Touch a nut pull a gat cuz i'm a pull some more shit
Say what, here i come again the same o'l nigga
Drinkin' gin and smokin' stiffs again
When ya weak ya beat i thought you knew fool
Seen you at my show and you want to test my cool
I think you want to be like me damn it feels good bein' a
Bi to the g let me tell you since you try'na stay above
No matter what you do nigga i get's much love
Verse six： {yella boy}
In the hood it stays the same i could
Never me lame to the game
Yes it's off the hook i'm more mature i'm a man
Reminisce all the time back in the days we had some fun
Bitches all up in my shit try'na catch my fuckin' cum
Boo-koo hot rods on my daisy we used to blow and hit the pool
Pussy like another 'j' (i got yo lighter)
But it's cool , you know we down for one and one for all
You know we stay mobbed up (they said you tried to test my nuts)
Or your bond to get fuck up
Send a shout out to my fans
Y'all keep on kickin' that fuckin' dance
Like i said before won't ya take another chance
My boys they got my back we tighter then a pair of gloves
Best believe my mind's at age because i know i got much love
Verse seven： {lady kk}
My boy tec, yes he got much love
My nigga mannie, yes he got much love
Suga slim, i know you got much love
My boy baby, i know you got much love
Ya fat, i know you got much love
Lil' slim, i know you got much love
My boy mike, i know you got much love
14.Cash Money Groove- Fuckin' Right- All Right
＊＊＊ 'all right fuckin' right
Won't cha holla at a nigga' is after every line
{tec-9}
If ya done with ca money just holla at a nigga
If ya done with the 'u' just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the three won't cha just holla at a nigga
If ya down with pimp daddy just holla at a nigga
If ya down with lil' ya won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with yella boy won't chat holla at a nigga
If ya down with lil' slim just holla at a nigga
If ya down with ms. tee won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with pmw won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with suga fingers won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with b-32 won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with prime time won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with mannie fresh won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 7th ward won't holla at a nigga
If ya down with ya boy and them won't holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 9th ward won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with lil' ivery won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the six won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with pimpin' bitches won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with gettin' burnt fuck them hoes
If ya down with tec-9 won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the bow bow just just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 4th ward just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 15th won't cha just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the uptown won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the downtown holla at a nigga
If ya down with the westbank just holla at a nigga
If ya down with front-n-town just holla at a nigga
If ya down with lil' three just holla at a nigga
If ya down with mississippi just holla at a nigga
If ya down with magi noo just holla at a nigga
If ya down with lafayate just holla at a nigga
If ya down with mike fox just holla at a nigga
Nigga-de nigga if ya down with mickey-de mike just holla at a
nigga
If ya down with smokin' blunt's just holla at a nigga
If ya bout smokin' blunts just holla at a nigga
If ya bout gettin' blowed just holla at nigga
Makin' them bitches suck yo disk say aight biatch
If ya down with gettin' loose just holla at a nigga
If drinkin' cut through all right fuckin' right
If ya down with the 10th ward just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the melph boy's just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the st. benard just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the 17th won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the melph boy's just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the vil just holla at a nigga
If ya down with the lock beat won't cha holla at a nigga
If ya down with the nine just holla at a nigga biatch
Uhh uhh know me i say i say
Where ya from that third ward
I can't hear you
I say where ya from that third ward
Who rule this biatch that third ward
Who rule this biatch that third ward
Bow bow bow
If ya down with makin' money just holla at a nigga
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