Manny Fresh Mix Lyrics - Unlv

Verse 1: 

It aint ove yall i got some shit on my chest these niggas bittin beats given me 

reasons to flex, you know they know when we catchem we gon bag em' tie them 

clowns up 3rd wall stockem' we gon dragem' threw the fuckin river shit is 

realer than it ever been, them suckas playin knowin how the U spin the benz, 

and when i'm mad aint no tellin what i'ma do, run in ya crib kill ya kids and 

ya momma too, then find you and make you pay for what you done mah dogg, dirty 

dirty gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off, i smoked a marbol to try to keep 

myself stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, capable to take 

another one out, loose lips sank ships shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima 

ride out after i kill and destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass 

Yellow Boy 

Chorus:(chorus 2x) 

You can copy all you want 

you can ever try to sing it 

but none of yal niggas can bring it like we bring it 

this aint no remake or sella we the real machoy 

this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy 

Verse 2: 

Big tight wit mah group and i'm makin them guns ring masked up dressed in black 

and i'm throwin them things, kept it blowin on tha top 4 for about 4 years but 

now you niggas gots to pay dealers no more tears, yeah tha rumor done got out 

UNLV comein agian, motha fucka that means nobody's ????? 

take a blow to the group we troups we neva die, i told yall mother fuckers time 

after time, we uptown niggas livin violent violent nowi'm ride for tha skae of 

just ridin, the hood mackin flexs hit tha block and i'll be hidin revenge to 

what yall did to one of mah friends, i got my money right nah we can go to war 

spend the benz all that yappin but i'lll get loaded agian don't make me shoot a 

bad in go to cave ya bitches chest in how i'm a ride out afta i kill and 

destroy this is revenge for my lil nigga Bad Ass Yellow Boy, called shots like 

i did blood gocked... 

(chorus 2x) 

Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full tint leave a note around 

his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the liquor store 

cocked a 4 kick tha door he screemed like a hoe yall don't shoot me nomore, FA 

SHO, ya better be lookin for some bullet proof headgear fuck tha dumb shit i'm 

takin dome shots this year knock ya down like they did st. thomas leave bitches 

in shock and niggas hit tha wall 

I hide behind the milk box my disquise is smooth fitted like a buisness man 

rockin timberland boots smokin that crew to those whose put that evil on mah 

mind while i wait to buck this nigga with this 9 so stop cryin which one of you 

motha fuckas got the nuts to run up on us its like a bonuswhen i get to use tha 

mack 90 get real grindy scadadle to the west so you can't find me i can motha 

fucka doin 90 

I got these niggas hostage bite and gotta stop bitch eerthing we make you 

bitch's jock and try to copy it ride on out i don't want no motha fuckin dap 

now who killed mah boy yella aka fella hard head rapper crushin ya bone i be 

eager to kill a nigga dumb his body in the river on tha reala boy i'm a 

familiar garilla yall know i'm still standin thuggin huffin and puffin you 

niggas thuggin tha hood mack flex and hit tha block and start tha bustin 

( 3 gun shots) 

chorus 2x