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UNLV - Low Down Dirty

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Verse one: {lil ya}



Goin for it all I want to ball fall

So give me some chips, I gots a

Motherfuckin nine on my hip,

Im pissed, aint nothin shakin

Shits slow like before once again

Im 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 birds

Where they flyin, Im 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 rings

And yo boulevard watch, why you at take that

Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the keys

To yo jag, I got to get yo guns out yo fuckin attic

Dont try to test my nuts 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 couldnt run from the chrome



Chorus:



Its best ya scram cuz Im a champion

Im dumpin on em

Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em

Im gettin low down and dirty with the dirty thirty

Ya see Im in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty

{2x}



Verse two: {tec-9}



We be dumpin on corners like

Nigga what it be like,

Nigga be hangin all night to keep they grip tight

Everybody know Im a fool on the come up move

My baby boy needs 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 Im the nigga to fuck with

Graduated from slangin yae to this dope shit

Twenty dollars a bag is what Im givin

Aks, two twenty threes, momma still livin

Momma tellin me the rents due

Big brother doin five called to tell me

Its all on u, I became a man before my time

Its on my mind, Im now hustlin

To pay bills and still make mine

Now Im caught up in that game livin day for day

I got reasons to leave and reasons to stay

To see the finer things in life

Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down

But all these dope fiends 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 niggas

Who dont give a fuck and carry choppers

I got to have it daddy, Im on the come up

Label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin up

How ya dealin rocks, keep them snaps in yo pocket

Cuz I see the po-pos, yall know them hoes

Tryin to keep a nigga down

But Im a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind

But aint love, if you takin mine

Lyin think and behind, say whats up to

My nine milli settin of somethin silly

Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz

Im dumpin on em! bitch!



Third verse: {yella boy}



Im loaded got my double shot now

Its time to rock shop

Im aimin for the dome Im gonna make

Everybody drop the ground

Im a buck em down with them double shots

I bes after a bitch a nigga de knocks upon the front door

Im a play it smooth, then wipe the floor

The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoots go

Three niggas bangin up all them clowns hit the floor

I found the cah in a glass trash bag stash

I counts the coke and out the back

I made a swift dash

Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown

I ditched the body so it wouldnt let the shells found

My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station

No questions ask I call my dog

Lets take a fuckin vacation

I got to run and the money fuck the city blues

Ya bitch!



Chorus {till the end}

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