U.N.L.V. - Chill And Hustle lyrics

[Verse One: Lil' Ya] It's that n***a of the block call me the hood mac Down to make some snaps so what's the haps? Do I need the strap? Will somebody give me a extra clip? Cuz I'm a need it if these n***as try to trip They might even try some of that funny sh** If they do, they f**in' wig I'm a split I'm a get my point across cuz I'm the boss Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump With some soldiers behind me called the Black Connection Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly You bests to run if you gun is on safety Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me n***a don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate And before ya shut yo head and f**in' face Don't get mad because yo tot your 'K' from the city Lil' Ya fa'sho just call me the Frank Nitty Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac Watch yo back n***a [Chorus: Tec-9/Yella Boy/Lil' Ya] Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and hussle I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and hussle n***a we got dem flippers for that a** [x2] [Verse Two: Yella Boy] Like Black and Moe I got this sh** sold co*k diesel by my side another homicide I'm back up on the scenery ya b**h you I'm from the third U. N. L. V. who the hell are you? Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw? Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the U-Haul Yo a** in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real n***a hit the block Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop Slickie Grease I got yo draws down I'm pased once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody streak Everyday and all night I keep my heat Don't give a f** I play it real as it f**in' go I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope I ain't no joke see I'm straight downin' folks I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly Then I vanish hangin' with the Spanish I'm ducked off I'll be right back at you I'm here to stay now b**h you like a statue Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set I beat I'll leave yo a** wet, because I'm in a affect With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you I catch a drain put yo a** in pain f**in' with the Yella another unsolved slang I come to buck you down because I'm a f**in' clown The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in As I spin the bin once again [Chorus: x2] [Verse Three: Tec-9] n***as I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper We blowin' up slangin' this motherf**in' gangsta sh** We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood Keep it good, protect the money that you make You b**h n***as can't fade what we put together No matter the weather I be ridin' around with That four-four in my leather Two extra clips to make sure yo b**h a** flips So catch the cut n***a what's happenin' with all that gafflin' Get ready for strappin' because you know I'm bout that action daddy ok today I take a ride with my AK Somebody don ratted out my rock shop And told the cops my chillin' spot Where I hang at my Reservation Jeopardizin' my probation But I got to hussle to keep my sh** tight right? If it means I have to walk the streets all Motherf**in' night all my hommies are out Enjoyin' there selves (Where you at Tec-9) I'm slangin' rocks in the motherf**in' Meplh Now let's elevate a take it to another level Work it off the beeper flowin' from my n***a Keith Use the code that I give you hit me I'm a hit you Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me Waitin' for me to go down Player hater's are created by the hour Dope deal gone sour Replace the yae with the flour Break a quarter key down I can't f** with that Give a n***a ounce of that furl and I can f** with that I would love to go out and parley with my homies Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the First man [Chorus: x2]