{talking}
Motherfuckers I got kids, I donÂ’t them listeninÂ’ 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.}

ItÂ’s an uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ainÂ’t bout it
ItÂ’s an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherfucker you ainÂ’t bout it
ItÂ’s a third ward nigga itÂ’s a third ward nigga
ItÂ’s a third ward nigga and we bout it

Verse one: {lilÂ’ ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you canÂ’t face me
Turned out I was fuckinÂ’ yo boy third oÂ’l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasnÂ’t home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the morninÂ’
It had to be about seven or eight cuz if I was there
I would have put the fuckinÂ’ tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where you belong
They donÂ’t even have a fuckinÂ’ set called airhorne and claiborne
So whatÂ’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 talkinÂ’ noise tryÂ’na get yo rep on knowinÂ’ that you fake
ApologzinÂ’ 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
AinÂ’t nothinÂ’ but hoes I pulled deadly holocust
You tried to make peace not knowinÂ’ I was strapped
He tried to give me dap and prime youÂ’s a bitch you weak!
Cuz everytime you see me you know that you speak
But I got love for them fakeinÂ’ ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick takinÂ’ busters!

{chorus}

Verse two: {tec-9}

DonÂ’t get too close cuz the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, yÂ’all bitches mad cuz ca¡ìh money didnÂ’t wantÂ’cha,
ImitatinÂ’ 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 iÂ’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 givinÂ’ ya,
Said you like to fuck with that dope, whatÂ’cha talkinÂ’ 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Lost all respect, now you no longer represent the south,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 ballinÂ’ with me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustinÂ’ and they sho nuff down with me,
And yÂ’all bitches canÂ’t see me,
My nigga you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly game of come up
Biddy bye bye, nigga donÂ’t try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, cuz iÂ’ma hitÂ’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 yÂ’all ainÂ’t sure about me, because IÂ’m shootinÂ’ atÂ’cha head g,
You play the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, yÂ’all ainÂ’t nothinÂ’ but pussies in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
ItÂ’s goinÂ’ down at night,
And you donÂ’t see me cuz IÂ’m not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas wasnÂ’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 whatÂ’cha made of nigga,
You started this shit, now iÂ’ma finish it off bitch

Verse three: {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or false right or wrong
And I know yÂ’all been waitinÂ’ on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster lyrics on this track man
CominÂ’ like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopinÂ’
ItÂ’s about time we close shop for these niggas
ReppinÂ’ on a nigga tryÂ’na make they name bigger
They actinÂ’ like they bout it knowinÂ’ they ainÂ’t bout it
IÂ’m a catch Â’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 tryÂ’na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit that ainÂ’t it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you wouldÂ’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 motherfuckinÂ’ hoes tryÂ’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 itÂ’s unbelievable, hoe itÂ’s a ghetto
Better yet my shop where I go and make my rounds
I ainÂ’t no joke IÂ’m on a real big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
He canÂ’t cuz he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we dropped Â’em
Like a hoe, fight Â’em like carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbinÂ’ leave a trick
Cuz, IÂ’m stunÂ’n hard you bestÂ’s get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, prime time you a bitch
I canÂ’t let you slide cuz I got that feelinÂ’
You lookinÂ’ like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopinÂ’ that body still movinÂ’
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you never go what
Nigga you ainÂ’t talkinÂ’ you better keep my
MotherfuckinÂ’ name out yo motherfuckinÂ’ mouth
Before you get yo motherfuckinÂ’ head bust
IÂ’m talkinÂ’ to you mystikal IÂ’m a leave yo ass
Incabale condtion motherfucker I hope you take
This time long
IÂ’m sick of tired, IÂ’m sick of tired
Of you bitches playinÂ’ with me
IÂ’m free the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya twice
We not nice yÂ’all first mind lead wrong
You should have thought twice
TryÂ’na diss yÂ’all thought we had dismissed
YÂ’all missed like tryÂ’na dissinÂ’ like that
Left yo back, that yo wife is wack
Cuz thatÂ’s a fact, and we back cuz IÂ’m a
Bad a¡ì¡ì yella boy
Maybe thatÂ’s why they slip so hard
But fuck it, IÂ’m a jump in my car
I told yÂ’all once before, IÂ’m not no little boy
Shop closed cuz of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy

{chorus}