Low Down Dirty Lyrics - Unlv

Verse one: {lil' ya} 

Goin' for it all I want to ball fall 

So give me some chip's, I got's a 

Motherfuckin' nine on my hip, 

I'm pissed, ain't nothin' shakin' 

Shit's slow like before once again 

I'm 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 bird's 

Where they flyin', I'm 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 ring's 

And yo boulevard watch, why you at take that 

Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key's 

To yo jag, I got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic 

Don't try to test my nut's 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 couldn't run from the chrome 

Chorus: 

It's best ya scram 'cause I'm a champion 

I'm dumpin' on 'em 

I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em 

I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty 

Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty 

{2x} 

Verse two: {tec-9} 

We be dumpin' on corner's like 

Nigga what it be like, 

Nigga be hangin' all night to keep they grip tight 

Everybody know I'm a fool on the come up move 

My baby boy need's 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 I'm the nigga to fuck with 

Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope shit 

Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin' 

Ak's, two twenty three's, momma still livin' 

Momma tellin' me the rent's due 

Big brother doin' five called to tell me 

It's all on u, I became a man before my time 

It's on my mind, I'm now hustlin' 

To pay bill's and still make mine 

Now I'm caught up in that game livin' day for day 

I got reason's to leave and reason's to stay 

To see the finer thing's in life 

Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down 

But all these dope fiend's 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 nigga's 

Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's 

I got to have it daddy, I'm on the come up 

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

How ya dealin' rock's, keep them snap's in yo pocket 

'cause I see the po-po's, y'all know them hoes 

Tryin' to keep a nigga down 

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

But ain't love, if you takin' mine 

Lyin' think and behind, say what's up to 

My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly 

Now tell me what ya wanna do 'cause 

I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch! 

Third verse: {yella boy} 

I'm loaded got my double shot now 

It's time to rock shop 

I'm aimin' for the dome I'm gonna make 

Everybody drop the ground 

I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's 

I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door 

I'm a play it smooth, then wipe the floor 

The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot's go 

Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor 

I found the cah in a glass trash bag stash 

I count's the coke and out the back 

I made a swift dash 

Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown 

I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell's found 

My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station 

No question's ask I call my dog 

Let's take a fuckin' vacation 

I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's 

Ya bitch! 

Chorus {till the end}