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low down & dirty - u.n.l.v. lyrics

[intro:]
imma dump them slugs on them n-ggas (dump it on em! x3)

[chorus: yella boy]
it’s best you scram, cause i’m a champion
i’m dumping on em’, i’m acting a motherf-ckin’ donkey on em’
i’m getting low down and dirty with the 30-30
you see i’m in yo neighborhood and
my nose dirty(x2)

[verse 1: lil ya]
goin’ for it all i wanna ball fall,so give me some chip’s, i got’s a
motherf-ckin’ rueger nine on my hip, i’m p-ssed, ain’t nothin’ shakin’
sh-t’s slow like before once again
i’m on the come up bro
called yella out his house
man, we got money to make
scooped tec off infaret
then we make sh-t shake, act a donkey
dressed like junkies, gettin’ word on the bird’s
where they flyin’, i’m a k!ll you if you lyin’
his cousin gave me the urge to want me take
what you got, give me yo yae, give me yo ring’s
and yo boulevard watch, why you at take that
link off yo neck, put it in my bag with the key’s
to yo jag, i got to get yo gun’s out yo motherf-ckin’ attic
don’t try to test my nut’s and make me use the automatic
i rat a tat it, on yo -ss daddy make ya duck
when you see a n-gga pluck, buku
bullets, at yo motherf-ckin’ dome
b-tch, you should have knew you couldn’t run from the chrome

chorus(x2)

[verse 2: tec-9]
we be dumpin’ on corner’s like
n-gga what it be like
n-gga be hangin’ all night to keep they grip tight
everybody know i’m a fool on the come up move
my baby boy need’s new shoes
so what the f-ck am i to do
show a n-gga how i act a -ss on the trigger
fully automatic m-11 n-gga
so how you figure that i’m the n-gga to f-ck with
graduated from slangin’ yae to this dope sh-t
twenty dollars a bag is what i’m givin’
ak’s, two twenty three’s, momma still livin’
momma tellin’ me the rent’s due
big brother doin’ five called to tell me
it’s all on u, i became a man before my time
it’s on my mind, i’m now hustlin’
to pay bill’s and still make mine
now i’m caught up in that game livin’ day for day
i got reason’s to leave and reason’s to stay
to see the finer thing’s in life
maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
but all these dope fiend’s keep comin’ around
what ya got? could it be they all want to see the
n-gga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
call me the capital, white natural
bullet lyrical dropper, i run with n-gga’s
who don’t give a f-ck and carry chopper’s
i got to have it daddy, i’m on the come up
label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin’ up
how ya dealin’ rock’s, keep them snap’s in yo pocket
cuz i see the po-po’s, y’all know them hoes
tryin’ to keep a n-gga down
but i’m a hound, i hate to do it to my own kind
but ain’t love, if you takin’ mine
lyin’ think and behind, say what’s up to
my nine milli settin’ of somethin’ silly
now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
i’m dumpin’ on ’em! b-tch!

[verse 3: yella boy]
i’m loaded got my double shot now
it’s time to rock shop
i’m aimin’ for the dome i’m gonna make everybody drop
to the ground, ima buck em’ down with them double shots
i be’s after a b-tch a n-gga that knock’s upon the front door
i’m a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
the door cracked, i kicked it in and let both shoot’s go
three n-gga’s bangin’ up all them clown’s hit the floor
i found the ca§h in a gl-ss trash bag stash
i count’s the c0ke and out the back
i made a swift dash
hopped in my hoop-d headed uptown
i ditched the gun so it wouldn’t let the sh-ll’s found
my criminal thought as i got closer to the bus station
no question’s ask i call my dog
let’s take a f-ckin’ vacation
i got the raw and the money f-ck the city blue’s
ya b-tch!

chorus(x3)

- u n l v lyrics

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