{u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckinÂ’ house
Mac melph calio, r.i.p. pimp daddy, kilo ya with me, wusup bryce hahahaha

Chorus: {tec-9}
Pop Â’em up, pop Â’em up
Watch Â’em bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takinÂ’ yo last breath

Chorus: {lilÂ’ ya}
Pop Â’em up, pop Â’em up
Watch Â’em bleed to death
Ya played with the lilÂ’ ya now ya takinÂ’ yo last breath

Chorus: {yella boy}
Pop Â’em up, pop Â’em up
Watch Â’em bleed to death
Ya played with the yella boy now ya takinÂ’ yo last breath

{tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startinÂ’ to rumble
I look back I see niggaÂ’s bustinÂ’ IÂ’m out numbered
TryÂ’na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These niggaÂ’s slipped, and they bustinÂ’, but couldnÂ’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, IÂ’m gonna stalk that nigga
IÂ’m gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like john wayne, IÂ’m handy with the steel when itÂ’s time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real

Chorus

{lilÂ’ ya}
Pop Â’em up, pop Â’em up, spttinÂ’ bullets at yo ass
Now itÂ’s time to make a third ward dash
But first hear me out motherfuckers and indorse yo wordÂ’s
You makinÂ’ me sick with all that hoe shit you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!
You say IÂ’m insane, now itÂ’s time to let my
MotherfuckinÂ’ nutÂ’s hang and spit on you niggaÂ’s
I donÂ’t need starÂ’s on my chest to make my fuckinÂ’ name bigger
IÂ’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 wonÂ’t
See no disguise, cuz IÂ’m real ainÂ’t no fuckinÂ’ boy in me
I was an hustler, and now IÂ’m a g
I got real niggaÂ’s by my side, donÂ’t fuck with the fake kind
This is for you disserÂ’s now I know IÂ’m on yo mind

Chorus

{yella boy}
Money in the power brand new eddie bauer
Off up into this day, I donÂ’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 ainÂ’t cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlinÂ’ on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight oÂ’clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckinÂ’ street
He said for three gÂ’s he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didnÂ’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 fuckinÂ’ ditch
It was a nigger, tryÂ’na kill me, IÂ’m smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustinÂ’, IÂ’m a show Â’em IÂ’ll be back

Chorus

{tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and yÂ’all bitches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didnÂ’t use it, you lost yo self
IÂ’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 rappinÂ’ fire up in luger
I havenÂ’t seen a nigga like this cry before
You bestÂ’s to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! bluka! like lilÂ’ g, yÂ’all canÂ’t stop a killer
A drug dealer, a bitch stealer cap pillar
IÂ’m known uptown for beinÂ’ realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
DonÂ’t slip up, donÂ’t fuck up cuz iÂ’ma have to
Pop you up

Chorus

{lilÂ’ ya}
Boom boom boom, itÂ’s the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherfuckinÂ’ head
IÂ’m cominÂ’ hard out the motherfuckinÂ’ 1-2-3 and yes
IÂ’m poppinÂ’ these motherfuckers up constantly and
Motherfuckers know they canÂ’t handle me
Them niggaÂ’s beinÂ’ labeled as a third ward g
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankinÂ’
Go to yo house and fuck yo bitch and have yo family
With them tearÂ’s in they eyeÂ’s how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry

{yella boy}
Slicky grease IÂ’m back, with my niggaÂ’s and they gatÂ’s cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo fuckinÂ’ mealÂ’s stack
Seven guyÂ’s told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherfucker, now you know itÂ’s on
The first time, I went out like a fuckinÂ’ soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, IÂ’m back just like I toldÂ’cha
Yo eyeÂ’s buck, as you was talkinÂ’ on a pay phone
You tried to reach, itÂ’s to late buckshotÂ’s in yo dome
Yo boyÂ’s froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppinÂ’ till he empty the glock
IÂ’m not the one, we fuck shit up and outie see
Cuz we violatinÂ’ out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
Fuck all that figurinÂ’ and frontinÂ’ and twerk up if ya want some
We left Â’em bleedinÂ’, start to greetinÂ’ back stabbinÂ’ bitch
The war is on, so bring it on cuz nextÂ’s on the list
The rest of you workerÂ’s stand down with that funny shit

Chorus