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UNLV - Pop em Up

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{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 niggas bustin Im out numbered

Tryna take my head off, but I was kind of lucky

These niggas slipped, and they bustin, but couldnt 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, Im gonna stalk that nigga

Im gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger

Like john wayne, Im handy with the steel when its 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 its time to make a third ward dash

But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo words

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 Im insane, now its time to let my

Motherfuckin nuts hang and spit on you niggas

I dont need stars on my chest to make my fuckin name bigger

Im 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 wont

See no disguise, cuz Im real aint no fuckin boy in me

I was an hustler, and now Im a "g"

I got real niggas by my side, dont fuck with the fake kind

This is for you dissers now I know Im on yo mind



Chorus



{yella boy}

Money in the power brand new eddie bauer

Off up into this day, I dont 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 aint 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 oclock we supposed to meet

Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin street

He said for three gs he hook me up real swell

I told him it was on the bin and I didnt 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, tryna kill me, Im smooth like a canon

I jetted off bustin, Im a show em Ill be back



Chorus



{tec-9}

Fool I grew here, not flew here and yall bitches new here

You pulled out yo gun and didnt use it, you lost yo self

Im 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 havent seen a nigga like this cry before

You bests to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go

Bluka! bluka! like lil g, yall cant stop a killer

A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar

Im known uptown for bein realer then a

Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal

Dont slip up, dont fuck up cuz ima have to

Pop you up



Chorus



{lil ya}

Boom boom boom, its the sound that you dead

With a bullet in yo motherfuckin head

Im comin hard out the motherfuckin 1-2-3 and yes

Im poppin these motherfuckers up constantly and

Motherfuckers know they cant handle me

Them niggas 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 tears in they eyes how did he die?

As they cry, as they cry



{yella boy}

Slicky grease Im back, with my niggas and they gats cuz

You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin meals stack

Seven guys told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong

Face to face motherfucker, now you know its on

The first time, I went out like a fuckin soldier

A sloppy job on yo car, Im back just like I toldcha

Yo eyes buck, as you was talkin on a pay phone

You tried to reach, its to late buckshots in yo dome

Yo boys froze in the car in a state of shock

Tec got the tec and got to poppin till he empty the glock

Im 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 nexts on the list

The rest of you workers stand down with that funny shit



Chorus

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