Verse one: {lil ya
Its that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some snaps so whats the haps?
Do I need the strap?
Will somebody give me a extra clip?
Cuz Im a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they fuckin wig Im a split
Im a get my point across cuz Im the boss
Walkin with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on safety
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga dont you miss because if you do Im a retaliate
And before ya shut yo head and fuckin face
Dont get mad because yo tot your k from the city
Lil ya fasho just call me the frank nitty
Takin no pity leavin yo city destroyed
Bustin down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back nigga
Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil ya
Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
Parley is cool and ok
But I rather chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x
Verse two: {yella boy
Like black and moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
Im back up on the scenery ya bitch you
Im from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because Im a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double
Aint nothin shakin, when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin at you non stop
Slickie grease I got yo draws down
Im pased once, Im comin back around to act a clown
No freakin out because Im used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I keep my heat
Dont give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin go
I aint no hoe I spin the bin lettin bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
I aint no joke see Im straight downin folks
Im on the real with the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bees instantly
Then I vanish hangin with the spanish
Im ducked off Ill be right back at you
Im here to stay now bitch you like a statue
Ya see Im dumpin bullets if you try to disrespect my set
I beat Ill leave yo ass wet, because Im in a affect
With the mag ninety, spittin at you and yo crew
Comin to down you, quickly tryna get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin with the yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because Im a fuckin clown
The black is in a position that its supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once again
Chorus: {2x
Verse three:{tec-9
Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowin up slangin this motherfuckin gangsta shit
We be rockin up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas cant fade what we put together
No matter the weather I be ridin around with
That four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So catch the cut
Nigga whats happenin with all that gafflin
Get ready for strappin because you know
Im bout that action daddy ok today
I take a ride with my ak
Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
And told the cops my chillin spot
Where I hang at my reservation
Jeopardizin my probation
But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
If it means I have to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin there selves (where you at tec-9)
Im slangin rocks in the motherfuckin meplh
Now lets elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowin from my nigga keith
Use the code that I give you hit me Im a hit you
Now picture me ballin the emenies around me
Waitin for me to go down
Player haters are created by the hour
Dope deal gone sour
Replace the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down I cant fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I would love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but I gots to pay bills and tomorrows the first man
Chorus: {2x
