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letra de pop 'em up - u.n.l.v.

{u. n. l. v. talking}
wusup! to my n-gga kel, third ward is the motherf-ckin’ 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 n-gga’s bustin’ i’m out numbered
try’na take my head off, but i was kind of lucky
these n-gga’s slipped, and they bustin’, but couldn’t get me
had to put my monte carlo away got myself an forty-five
]from my n-gga, who live close around the way
now i got to find that n-gga, i’m gonna stalk that n-gga
i’m gonna show yo -ss, how to keep the finger on the trigger
like john wayne, i’m handy with the steel when it’s time to k!ll
man i handle my business strickly on the real

chorus

{lil’ ya}
pop ’em up, pop ’em up, spttin’ bullets at yo -ss
now it’s time to make a third ward dash
but first hear me out motherf-ckers and indorse yo word’s
you makin’ me sick with all that ho sh-t 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
motherf-ckin’ nut’s hang and spit on you n-gga’s
i don’t need star’s on my chest to make my f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ boy in me
i was an hustler, and now i’m a “g”
i got real n-gga’s by my side, don’t f-ck 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 sh-t was sour
you was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
another good guy gone bad in the game, that sh-t 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 f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ ditch
it was a n-gga, try’na k!ll 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 b-tches 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 b-tch
sixteen up in that -ss, one more when ya hit the door
how many you know, somebody rappin’ fire up in luger
i haven’t seen a n-gga 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 k!ller
a drug dealer, a b-tch stealer cap pillar
i’m known uptown for bein’ realer then a
twenty dollar bill with sk!lls to make a peal
don’t slip up, don’t f-ck up cuz i’mma have to
pop you up

chorus

{lil’ ya}
boom boom boom, it’s the sound that you dead
with a bullet in yo motherf-ckin’ head
i’m comin’ hard out the motherf-ckin’ 1-2-3 and yes
i’m poppin’ these motherf-ckers up constantly and
motherf-ckers know they can’t handle me
them n-gga’s bein’ labeled as a third ward “g”
leave a n-gga dead in a ditch, i leave you stankin’
go to yo house and f-ck yo b-tch and have yo family
with them tear’s in they eye’s how did he die?
as they cry, as they cry

{yella boy}
sl!cky grease i’m back, with my n-gga’s and they gat’s cuz
you tried to take my life, just to make yo f-ckin’ meal’s stack
seven guy’s told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
face to face motherf-cker, now you know it’s on
the first time, i went out like a f-ckin’ 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 f-ck sh-t up and outie see
cuz we violatin’ out of our territory
but when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
f-ck all that figurin’ and frontin’ and twerk up if ya want some
we left ’em bleedin’, start to greetin’ back stabbin’ b-tch
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 sh-t

chorus

- u n l v

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