Nigga I'm bout It

{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 morninIt had to be about seven or eight cuz 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 cuz 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! Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak But I got love for them fakein' ass hustlers Pussy MotherFucka! Dick takin' Busters!