Unlv - Pop 'Em Up lyrics

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[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


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


[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 hoe 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


[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



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'ma have to

Pop you up


[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


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