Unlv - Low Down Dirty lyrics

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Verse one: {lil' ya}

Goin' for it all I want to ball fall

So give me some chip'sI got's a

Motherfuckin' nine on my hip

I'm pissedain't nothin' shakin'

Shit's slow like before once again

I'm on the come up bro.

Called yella out his house

Manwe got money to make

Scooped tec off infaret

Then we make shit shakeact a donkey

Dressed like junkiesgettin' word on the bird's

Where they flyin'I'm a kill you if you lyin'

His cousin gave me the urge to want me take

What you gotgive me yo yaegive me yo ring's

And yo boulevard watchwhy you at take that

Link of yo neckput it in my bag with the key's

To yo jagI got to get yo gun's out yo fuckin' attic

Don't try to test my nut's and make me use the automatic

I rat a tat iton yo ass daddy make ya duck

When you see a nigga pluckboo-koo

Bulletsat yo motherfuckin' dome

Bitchyou should have knew you couldn't run from the chrome


It's best ya scram cuz I'm a champion

I'm dumpin' on 'em

I'm actin' a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

I'm gettin' low down and dirty with the dirty thirty

Ya see I'm in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty


Verse two: {tec-9}

We be dumpin' on corner's like

Nigga what it be like

Nigga 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 fuck am I to do

Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger

Fully automatic m-11 nigga

So how you figure that I'm the nigga to fuck with

Graduated from slangin' yae to this dope shit

Twenty dollars a bag is what I'm givin'

Ak'stwo twenty three'smomma still livin'

Momma tellin' me the rent's due

Big brother doin' five called to tell me

It's all on uI became a man before my time

It's on my mindI'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 wifeand settle down

But all these dope fiend's keep comin' around

What ya got? could it be they all want to see the

Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!

Call me the capitalwhite natural

Bullet lyrical dropperI run with nigga's

Who don't give a fuck and carry chopper's

I got to have it daddyI'm on the come up

Label me black connection 2-2-6! we blowin' up

How ya dealin' rock'skeep them snap's in yo pocket

Cuz I see the po-po'sy'all know them hoes

Tryin' to keep a nigga down

But I'm a houndI hate to do it to my own kind

But ain't loveif you takin' mine

Lyin' think and behindsay what's up to

My nine milli settin' of somethin' silly

Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz

I'm dumpin' on 'em! bitch!

Third verse: {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 the ground

I'm a buck 'em down with them double shot's

I be's after a bitch a nigga de knock's upon the front door

I'm a play it smooththen wipe the floor

The door crackedI kicked it in and let both shoot's go

Three nigga's bangin' up all them clown's hit the floor

I found the ca¡ìh in a glass trash bag stash

I count's the coke and out the back

I made a swift dash

Hopped in my hoptie headed uptown

I ditched the body so it wouldn't let the shell'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 fuckin' vacation

I got to run and the money fuck the city blue's

Ya bitch!

Chorus {till the end}

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