Unlv

Unlv - Chill & Hussle

rate me

Verse one: {lil' ya}

It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac

Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?

Do I need the strap?

Will somebody give me a extra clip?

'cause I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip

They might even try some of that funny shit

If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a split

I'm a get my point across 'cause I'm the boss

Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump

With some soldiers behind me called the black connection

Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly

You bests to run if you gun is on safety

Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me

Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate

And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face

Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city

Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty

Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed

Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy

Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery

Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac

Watch yo back nigga

Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya}

Parley is cool and ok

But I rather chill and hussle

I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle

Parley is cool and ok

But I rather chill and hussle

Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass

{2x}

Verse two: {yella boy}

Like black and moe I got this shit sold

Cock diesel by my side another homicide

I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you

I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?

Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?

Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the u-haul

Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double

Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block

Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop

Slickie grease I got yo draws down

I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown

No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak

Everyday and all night I keep my heat

Don't give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go

I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow

Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope

I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks

I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song

I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly

Then I vanish hangin' with the spanish

I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you

I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue

Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set

I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a affect

With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew

Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you

I catch a drain put yo ass in pain

Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang

I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown

The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in

As I spin the bin once again

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three:{tec-9}

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper

We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit

We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood

Keep it good, protect the money that you make

You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together

No matter the weather I be ridin' around with

That four-four in my leather

Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips

So catch the cut

Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'

Get ready for strappin' because you know

I'm bout that action daddy ok today

I take a ride with my ak

Somebody don ratted out my rock shop

And told the cops my chillin' spot

Where I hang at my reservation

Jeopardizin' my probation

But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?

If it means I have to walk the streets all

Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out

Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9)

I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh

Now let's elevate a take it to another level

Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith

Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you

Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me

Waitin' for me to go down

Player hater's are created by the hour

Dope deal gone sour

Replace the yae with the flour

Break a quarter key down I can't fuck with that

Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that

I would love to go out and parley with my homies

Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man

Chorus: {2x}

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