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Текст (слова) песни: UNLV - Pop `Em Up

{U. N. L. V. Talking}
Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin` house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha

Chorus: {Tec-9}
Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em Up
Watch `em bleed to death
Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin` yo last breath

Chorus: {Lil` Ya}
Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em Up
Watch `em bleed to death
Ya played with the Lil` Ya now ya takin` yo last breath

Chorus: {Yella Boy}
Pop `Em Up, Pop `Em Up
Watch `em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya takin` yo last breath

{Tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin` to rumble
I look back I see nigga`s bustin` I`m out numbered
Try`na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These nigga`s slipped, and they bustin`, but couldn`t get me
Had to put my Monte Carlo away got myself an forty-five
From my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I`m gonna stalk that nigga
I`m gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I`m handy with the steel when it`s time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real

Chorus

{Lil` Ya}
Pop `em up, pop `em up, spttin` bullets at yo ass
Now it`s time to make a Third Ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word`s
You makin` me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go Bam!
You say I`m insane, now it`s time to let my
Motherfuckin` nut`s hang and spit on you nigga`s
I don`t need star`s on my chest to make my fuckin` name bigger
I`m the capital Y-A from the Three U.N.L.V.
You repped on me, now I got to serve ya "G"
I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you won`t
See no disguise, cuz I`m real ain`t no fuckin` boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I`m a "G"
I got real nigga`s by my side, don`t fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disser`s now I know I`m on yo mind

Chorus

{Yella Boy}
Money in the power brand new Eddie Bauer
Off up into this day, I don`t know why that shit was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain`t cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin` on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o`clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin` street
He said for three g`s he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn`t know how I felt
We meet by the old dump, cuz them people hot
Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my glock
When I got there, he was ready to make the switch
Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin` ditch
It was a nigger, try`na kill me, I`m smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin`, I`m a show `em I`ll be back

Chorus

{Tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and y`all bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn`t use it, you lost yo self
I`m a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin` fire up in Luger
I haven`t seen a nigga like this cry before
You best`s to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! Bluka! like Lil` G, y`all can`t stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
I`m known Uptown for bein` realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don`t slip up, don`t fuck up cuz I`ma have to
Pop you up

Chorus

{Lil` Ya}
Boom Boom Boom, it`s the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherfuckin` head
I`m comin` hard out the motherfuckin` 1-2-3 and yes
I`m poppin` these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know they can`t handle me
Them nigga`s bein` labeled as a Third Ward "G"
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin`
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family
With them tear`s in they eye`s how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry

{Yella Boy}
Slicky Grease I`m back, with my nigga`s and they gat`s cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin` meal`s stack
Seven guy`s told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you know it`s on
The first time, I went out like a fuckin` soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I`m back just like I told`cha
Yo eye`s buck, as you was talkin` on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it`s to late buckshot`s in yo dome
Yo boy`s froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin` till he empty the glock
I`m not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see
Cuz we violatin` out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurin` and frontin` and twerk up if ya want some
We left `em bleedin`, start to greetin` back stabbin` bitch
The war is on, so bring it on cuz next`s on the list
The rest of you worker`s stand down with that funny shit

Chorus

 

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