Pop 'Em Up

{U. N. L. V. Talking} Wusup! to my nigga Kel, Third Ward is the motherfuckin' house Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha Chorus: {Tec-9} Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath Chorus: {Lil' Ya} Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath Chorus: {Yella Boy} Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up Watch 'em bleed to death Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya takin' yo last breath {Tec-9} I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble I look back I see nigga's bustin' I'm out numbered Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky These nigga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me Had to put my Monte Carlo away got myself an forty-five ]From my nigga, who live close around the way Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill Man I handle my business strickly on the real Chorus {Lil' Ya} Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass Now it's time to make a Third Ward dash But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo word's You makin' me sick with all that ho shit you got on My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go Bam! You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm the capital Y-A from the Three U.N.L.V You repped on me, now I got to serve ya "G" I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you won't See no disguise, cuz I'm real ain't no fuckin' boy in me I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G" I got real nigga's by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo mind Chorus {Yella Boy} Money in the power brand new Eddie Bauer Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit ain't cool We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a call I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to meet Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin' street He said for three g's he hook me up real swell I told him it was on the bin and I didn't know how I felt We meet by the old dump, cuz them people hot Glad I had my pistol, when I left I dropped my Glock When I got there, he was ready to make the switch Raise out my car, I hear some noise from the fuckin' ditch It was a nigger, try'na kill me, I'm smooth like a canon I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em I'll be back Chorus {Tec-9} Fool I grew here, not flew here and y'all bitches new here You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip bitch Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in Luger I haven't seen a nigga like this cry before You best's to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go Bluka! Bluka! like Lil' G, y'all can't stop a killer A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar I'm known Uptown for bein' realer then a Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal Don't slip up, don't fuck up cuz I'mma have to Pop you up Chorus {Lil' Ya} Boom Boom Boom, it's the sound that you dead With a bullet in yo motherfuckin' head I'm comin' hard out the motherfuckin' 1-2-3 and yes I'm poppin' these motherfuckers up constantly and Motherfuckers know they can't handle me Them nigga's bein' labeled as a Third Ward "G" Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin' Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family With them tear's in they eye's how did he die? As they cry, as they cry {Yella Boy} Slicky Grease I'm back, with my nigga's and they gat's cuz You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckin' meal's stack Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong Face to face motherfucker, now you know it's on The first time, I went out like a fuckin' soldier A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just like I told'cha Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone You tried to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of shock Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he empty the Glock I'm not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see Cuz we violatin' out of our territory But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done Fuck all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' bitch The war is on, so bring it on cuz next's on the list The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny shit Chorus