U.N.L.V. - Black Connection!! 226 lyrics

First verse (kilo-g): Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters, n***a you best to up and feel the heat from my niener Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case, No damned description n***a 'cause only you saw my face But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time, Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time b**h, Optimals and fried pita and sh**, Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split, I roll with, k**as who that reside and blunt fillas, And in our midst is this thug a** n***a tryin' to get bigger >from quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out, Every muthaf**kin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all d**h In the hood where n***as can't trust they own crew, But I got doggs worldwide I thought you knew Second verse (lil' ya): I wanna take a trip to cuba and parle' in the bay, Play with the b**hes in havana and come back with the yay Front all my n***as nothin' left but qb's, Sit back like a fat cat and count nothin' but g's The first mill that I make-uh, buy alot of acres, Plant all my weed, n***a what'cha need? Can you picture just predict how to stunt a lick, I done drove to hammon and came back with some sh**, Call it yayo, and the other sh** just call it brown, Some fools lay it down, then act a clown, Call me sousa, I toss a, bird in a matter of minutes, You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw, I even got flip a dime for them rock stars, I'm the richest, infamous, and they can feel this, Commander of them soljas out the melph, lio, and nolia, You can't stop us, f**k them choppers, We got grenades, drop one then our work will be done, Now we done handled that, let's get some herb out the mac, And f**k parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack Third verse (b.g.): n***as in trouble 'cause the b.g. behind the trigger, Stompin' like a savage I split yo muthaf**kin' cabbage, It's a habit to grab it, when I see it I gotta get it, Don't deny me n***a or your wig I'm gone have to split it, My name ring a bell, 'cause I'm as real as they come, I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from, I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like cupid, But mine ain't comin' out barrels or that dope, n***a I get stupid I get upset, I leave a n***a wet, I left two bodies on macnester that them people ain't found yet, If you beefin' with me, say your prayers, I been in gangsta sh** four years, Huntin' n***as down like reindeers, Oh lord I got my muthaf**kin' hands on a cannon, So i'ma open a n***a up like the grand canyon, n***as amazed, I hit the block with a.k's, I spray, get out the block or get grazed, muthaf**ka You got the yay? I gots to have it, give it up n***a, You play the role like you so hard and you get plucked n***a I got a k, but with two q.p.'s, I'm goin' in, Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10 Lay it down, hand it over, I told ya, don't be stingy n***a or d**h is gettin' closer, Baby gangsta comin' for a b**h, Uptown's the sh**, b.c. two two six is the clique! V.l. n***a, philip & clara, is where you can find us, Eatin' that raw a.p., with two stolen pathfinders, Fourth verse (tec-9): I move much boyd to increase the leave, You b**hes can't f**k with me, 'cause I repeatedly, fed my peoples, somethin' devious, Even the unfortunate, I'm leavin' behind no one, Scored five birds fronted two, kept three for myself, Lookin' out for my n***as on the ramp and the melph, Since I was a shorty, hangin' out with the bigger n***as Sittin' on corners, pullin' triggers, Now who's next to catch this reckless n***a out of order? Lookin' for my next way to come up, n***a don't run up, you see how fast I throw my f**kin' gun up, For the fun of it, 'cause I'm lovin' this game, That brings me money and power, I'm never leavin' the game, Gimme a reason, my attitude changes like a season, I'm slowly, but surely slowin' up for southern reasons, The heat is comin', it's comin' to get'cha, I catch'cha slippin' in my hood somebody's gonna wet'cha Hold up, that three is only bout that paper, If you got it better hide it 'cause we bout some capers, I take a ride straight philip & clara, See nothin' but lexus, landcruisers, and camaros, And I be f**kin' with the rico suave, Now why they, wanna playa hate on me? 'cause I'm nothin' but a g, Wingkit hits and rims, The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by, Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up, You shoot back at the two two six, and I'll shoot you up, Boot you up, let the mortuary suit you up, You dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver Fifth verse (ms. tee) I don't want no drug dealers out there gettin' robbed and k**ed, I want n***as and n***as and n***as to be real, I got a shop, and we stay in good health, So n***a keep your business to your f**kin' self, F**k a dopeman's bit, f**k that dumb sh**, I'm not droppin' off of regals and I'm sure not high off dope, So keep that sh** from round my child, If somethin' happen to her, i'ma have to go buck wild And I'm gonna go crazy, Because this n***a gone have us pushin' up daisies, So n***a keep it f**kin' real, That's why half of you muthaf**kas always gettin' k**ed, All you care about is your kilo's and your hoes, And what a bomb I'm gonna drop on them kilos, Ain't that a trip? and don't be sellin' n***a, and ain't hittin' on sh**, That's why I got your a** in insurance b**h Sixth verse (yella): I pulls up in my newly, Painted blue 'nee Completely out of my own mind, Determined, to be a legend in my own time, And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by, My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body, I'm here to make you bleed indeed, Eyes closed, so I flee to my destiny, Collectin' cheese on his head which is twenty g's, See, I takes have and invests in some coke, I flip the sack just twice, hit the money then I go and choke, I'm on a come up, still comin' as I'm runnin' as I'm gunnin', n***as down with that frontin' Or that's the look, of the crooked gangsta on the block, I won't stop, livin' lavish, makin' hoe a** n***as vanish, If the snaps are over your scalp, then I come to bust your f**kin' cabbage, Like j.y.d., I'll thump ya, bust your rump, I'm comin' t**n' with the fat fully automatic Dont' panic when it's time for you to hit the canvas, The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools, I call a shot, then I plot n***a got dropped, I chop'em dead and make em dead white folks, Like c-loc, I will, split yo a** up for real, Upsettin' your nerves, makin' sure your a** never rests, Watch them clockers b**h I'm due at any given time, I'm a dog behind the fetty, so somebody's dyin', Family's cryin', I don't give a f**k, 'cause have a conscience, Dump your body between homer and hammon, Just to confuse the crime lab as if it were a game of backgammon Yeah, I'll come and stomp ya if the price is right, So won't you come on down? And meet this clown with over a hundred rounds, It's horror son, make ya lose more blood than jim mora lost period.