U.N.L.V. - 211-187 lyrics

Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light n***a we just don't give a f** 211s at night 187s in the day light n***a we just don't give a f** Verse one: {lil' ya} n***a's be try'na rep and some fool's Be try'na buck but lil' ya that type of n***a that just don't give a f** But nathan and if you hatin' then You's a hater but I'm straight out that three So how the f** you gonna fade her Soldier with a heart made of steel Like my n***a b, I handle business on the real and Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from My b**hes cuz I be hittin' 'em regular like Dre be hittin' his switches Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my hood Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and For you n***a's who ain't go no love I ain't got no love for you chumps Cuz I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em Like a philly blunt Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on I'm ready to move on To another level rob some n***a's or Whatever I got big nut's I got a big heart like I said it's been that way Since f**in' start, you know me from my f**in' crew, you know what I'm bound to do I got a pit, I'm ready to spit, I'm ready to serve to uhh! Chorus Verse two: {yella boy} I even got's the boogy bangin' at'cha Grab my zookie if I have to Daze you up like daz I don't give a f** like kurupt I'm dismantlin' mc's that come against me Me and the tecster in broad day light We comin' to do thee f** it Of course, I'm a show no remorse Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes Verse three: {tec-9} I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and Called me a n***a Verse four: { yella boy} I'm dumpin' you b**hes out like boss hog I don't give a f** about y'all You don't know what I would do to you But I know what'cha will do to you I would serve you, I would f** clean over you Verse five: {tec-9} Y'all know that I'm back Like brand new wax on brand new cadalac's I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I just Lost my equipment bag Verse six: {yella boy} Sweatin' like a zoo-loo to do you It's best you f**in' scram I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em I'm actin' a motherf**in' donkey on 'em Chorus Verse seven {lil' ya} I'm bout to do a jack I got on all black In my hand lies a tool that I call my mack It's like my best friend cuz when I spin the bin it don't get jammed Bullet's chargin' like a ram You bet's believe when them hollow's hit'cha You goin' in pocket b**h, you better drop it One n***a tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for His gat that was stashed in his suit coat I had to show him, I had to f** over him Stunt a f**in' lick of that hit and it was on Then I put the key's on the lab and n***as started pushin' slab's My pocket's started gettin' swole My knot has thickened That's how it is when n***a like ya, is flippin' halves to Quickers, quarter bird's, to bird's Keep a brew full of rock's Cuz my b**h need a serve, Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the Same time, beatin' you n***a's down With my bat if I ain't got that iron Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my only son Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot We put in work, doin' dirt everyday It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody To buy some yae, can't be no miner Got to be a big tymer, because i m down to Pill a couple of cap's and get these n***a's out they snap's Cuz i'm Verse eight: {tec-9} You b**hes don't know the f**in' size of this sh** I'm on the rise with this sh** See tommorow, the f**in' clip b**h 2-2-6 my boy's comin' Mag-11 hollow tip's n***a Better start runnin' When I start comin' up the block With my glock like a mad man In a mad rage face is caught on the front page Let them b**hes catch me down bad With my 12-gage Verse nine: {yella boy} You despise, why I'm up in disguise Now you paralyzed plus you realize To stop playin' with me My click is quick to let them bullet's fly Click ya f**in' self ya b**h you For you get downed Chorus We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me Stop playin' with me