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Nigga Im Bout It - текст песни



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 mornin'


It 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!




[Chorus]




[Verse Two: Tec-9]




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


Partners-N-Crime, y'all bitches mad cuz Ca§h 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 cuz 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Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the South,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, cuz 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 cuz 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 (Texts of songs )


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 cuz 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


Cuz, 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 cuz 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


Cuz that's a fact, and we back cuz 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 cuz of the third


MotherFuck! a Big Boy




[Chorus]



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