Nigga I'm Bout It Lyrics - Unlv

{talking} 

Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't them listenin' to that bullshit 

Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to stop 

How can you call yourself a nigga and be proud of it 

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 

It's an uptown thing and we bout it 

Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it 

It's an uptown thing and we bout it 

Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it 

It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga 

It's a third ward nigga and we bout it 

Verse one: {lil' ya} 

Misdemeanor motherfucker you can't face me 

Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l lady 

Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't home 

Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the mornin' 

It had to be about seven or eight 'cause if I was there 

I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and 

Sent yo bitch ass where you belong 

They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne 

So what'cha want to do throw yo shit up 

I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to piss up 

By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and 

You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake 

Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me 

Like I told you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy 

Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust 

You tried to make peace not knowin' I was strapped 

He tried to give me dap and prime you's a bitch you weak! 

'cause everytime you see me you know that you speak 

But I got love for them fakein' ass hustlers 

Pussy motherfucka! dick takin' busters! 

{chorus} 

Verse two: {tec-9} 

Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just scorch ya, 

Partners-n-crime, y'all bitches mad 'cause cah money didn't want'cha, 

Imitatin' u.n.l.v., 

I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me, 

The capital t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three, 

You bitches out here like the soldiers choke the soldiers, 

But i'ma keep it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel, 

You started out with two, same as my crew, 

And now you went out and found yourself another busta, 

Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya, 

Said you like to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout? 

Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south, 

But try to turn my fans against me, 

Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me, 

Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t, 

All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down with me, 

And y'all bitches can't see me, 

My nigga you makes a false move, you lose, 

The deadly game of come up 

Biddy bye bye, nigga don't try, 

Your crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten, 

Double barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in, 

Hope you muthafuckas really like my shit, 

Because you bite my shit, 

Switch it around and recite my shit, 

And I know you bitches heard about me, 

But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head g, 

You play the role of a man, 

But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but pussies in a can, 

Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight, 

It's goin' down at night, 

And you don't see me 'cause I'm not in sight, 

Two of you muthafuckas wasn't around, 

But I know each one of you muthafuckas could go underground, 

So I checks him, and then I wet him, 

Yeah, I come to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground, 

So show tec-9 what'cha made of nigga, 

You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch 

Verse three: {yella boy} 

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong 

And I know y'all been waitin' on this God damn hit song 

Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man 

Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin' 

It's about time we close shop for these niggas 

Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name bigger 

They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it 

I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it 

But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out that ten 

He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget about 

New orleans rap game try'na to drop some lyrics 

Boo-koo dress man you know you lame 

Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ain't it 

You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been sick 

But anyway it go hey, how much would the dope take? 

Take ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder 

You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one time 

But first, what about the crowd that did that dance 

Eddie bow, you thought the twerk would work and 

Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a ghetto 

Better yet my shop where I go and make my rounds 

I ain't no joke I'm on a real big boy big boy 

My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me? 

He can't 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick 

The gangster tried to run up but we dropped 'em 

Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring 

Then started to get to stabbin' leave a trick 

'cause, I'm stun'n hard you best's get the right tools 

Back up on magi noo, prime time you a bitch 

I can't let you slide 'cause I got that feelin' 

You lookin' like a punk by the eyes 

You know that ass hopin' that body still movin' 

Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner 

You never go huh you never go what 

"nigga you ain't talkin' you better keep my 

Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin' mouth 

Before you get yo motherfuckin' head bust" 

I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a leave yo ass 

Incabale condtion motherfucker I hope you take 

This time long 

I'm sick of tired, I'm sick of tired 

Of you bitches playin' with me 

I'm free the three so respect u.n.l.v. 

I told you once, I told ya twice 

We not nice y'all first mind lead wrong 

You should have thought twice 

Try'na diss y'all thought we had dismissed 

Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like that 

Left yo back, that yo wife is wack 

'cause that's a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a 

Bad a yella boy 

Maybe that's why they slip so hard 

But fuck it, I'm a jump in my car 

I told y'all once before, I'm not no little boy 

Shop closed 'cause of the third 

Motherfuck! a big boy 

{chorus}