Unlv - Return of U.N.L.V. lyrics

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[Tec-9 and (Lil Ya): talkin]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Return of the Trend Setters)

UNLV (Trend Setters)

How the fuck yall forget about UNLV?

(Trend Setters) What you stupid or something?

We created this shit

All the rest of you niggaz need to get the fuck

Suck a dick beeotch

[Hook: Tec-9 and Lil Ya]

Do you remember "Oh he want some?"

You bitches thought we was through

But now we back its the return of the "U"

Remember "Chillin on the set with the fully automatic Tec

Pop em up watch em bleed to death"

"From the Mac to the Melph to the Calioooo

"Parle is cool and okay but I rather chill and hustle"

"Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it"

We been bout it, you know we bout it

[Verse 1: Tec-9]

I'm bout to line all you bitches up in single file

Commence to punishin you niggaz off of GP ya feel me?

Hennessey makes me think wicked

This is for you bitch ass niggaz, I got you terrified to kick it

Yeah I know yall think I'm bout to click out and shoot something

I'm from that Group cousin and Trend Setters dont start nothing

I opened doors and some of you niggaz snuck right in

Takin credit fa what I created with the bin

And then I let you holla like its all gravy

Smilin in my face knowin that ya hate me

And maybe I'ma let the bigons be bigons

Speed up the process and let the hollow sink through ya chest

Confess, we them niggaz that put the 3rd on the map

Ride on out I dont want no mother fuckin dap

Fuck rap I'm ready to split you mother fuckers cap

Poppin mother fuckers ya'll niggaz hear that?


[Verse 2: Lil Ya]

Check, how could a nigga flip the script and say the "U" aint the shit?

We keep it crunk, representin non stop ya bitch

Trend Setters, settin trends boo you know how we do

Create the slang, slang the tracks and we feed it to you

To make you love it is our goal

Our pockets still dont swole

So it dont matter if you bite what we write (Aint that cold?)

I aint mad but I dont like whats goin on

I'm hearin rumors talkin bout the "U" is dead and gone

Them niggaz wrong fa even thinkin we was breakin up

Two thugs hit the club straight shakin stuff

Rest in peace mister Chucks a.k.a. YELLA BOY

Until we meet you say uh uh send us a praise to the Lord

Me and Atrice still grip tight

And for the record we went Plat on "Uptown 4 Life"

You better believe them niggaz door opened up shop

But yet and still they refuse to give the "U" or props

They got it twisted


[Verse 3: Lil Ya]

Look, niggaz say that I was broke steady fuckin they hoes

Niggaz say Tec couldnt fuck cause he was fulla that dope

Niggaz say Yella was dirty he deserved what he got

Niggaz say my nigga slipt and started smokin them rocks

Niggaz say one of them hoes straight makin my drank

Niggaz say a nigga puff a El to higher my day

Niggaz say Tec was in jail and had the double L

Nigga say whatever they want but we gon show and tell

Grip tight is what we like, yall know the Trend Setters

But the dumbest rumor that I heard is that Tec murdered Yella


Now some of yall gon hate some a yall gon congradulate

And to my fans yeah I know you cant wait

Until the next release

Cut me loose and speak my peace

And maybe I'ma give you the inside scoop bout that nigga Baby

How he hate me, owe me money but its all gravy

Be a man and give the whole world the real scoop

The reason you got that deal was because of the "U"

And I dont see whats the big old fuss

The only reason Uptown like you is because of us

Uptown Mother fucker


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