Pop ’Em Up lyrics

{U. N. L. V. Talking}
Wusup! to my n*gga Kel, Third Ward is the motherf*ckin' house
Mac Melph Calio, R.I.P. Pimp Daddy, Kilo ya with me, wusup Bryce hahahaha

Chorus: {Tec-9}
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath

Chorus: {Lil' Ya}
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Lil' Ya now ya takin' yo last breath

Chorus: {Yella Boy}
Pop 'Em Up, Pop 'Em Up
Watch 'em bleed to death
Ya played with the Yella Boy now ya takin' yo last breath

{Tec-9}
I got to get my dash on my back window is startin' to rumble
I look back I see n*gga's bustin' I'm out numbered
Try'na take my head off, but I was kind of lucky
These n*gga's slipped, and they bustin', but couldn't get me
Had to put my Monte Carlo away got myself an forty-five
]From my n*gga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that n*gga, I'm gonna stalk that n*gga
I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger
Like John Wayne, I'm handy with the steel when it's time to kill
Man I handle my business strickly on the real
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{Lil' Ya}
Pop 'em up, pop 'em up, spttin' bullets at yo ass
Now it's time to make a Third Ward dash
But first hear me out motherf*ckers and indorse yo word's
You makin' me sick with all that ho sh*t you got on
My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go Bam!
You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my
Motherf*ckin' nut's hang and spit on you n*gga's
I don't need star's on my chest to make my f*ckin' name bigger
I'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 won't
See no disguise, cuz I'm real ain't no f*ckin' boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I'm a "G"
I got real n*gga's by my side, don't f*ck with the fake kind
This is for you disser's now I know I'm on yo mind

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{Yella Boy}
Money in the power brand new Eddie Bauer
Off up into this day, I don't know why that sh*t was sour
You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school
Another good guy gone bad in the game, that sh*t ain't cool
We used to play ball, back up in the park when we was small
He saw me hustlin' on the set, he told me to give him a call
I hit him all alone eight o'clock we supposed to meet
Claim he had dope, cliental in the f*ckin' street
He said for three g's he hook me up real swell
I told him it was on the bin and I didn'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 f*ckin' ditch
It was a n*gga, try'na kill me, I'm smooth like a canon
I jetted off bustin', I'm a show 'em I'll be back
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{Tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and y'all b*tches new here
You pulled out yo gun and didn't use it, you lost yo self
I'm a take this nine, and empty the whole clip b*tch
Sixteen up in that ass, one more when ya hit the door
How many you know, somebody rappin' fire up in Luger
I haven't seen a n*gga like this cry before
You best's to run when ya hear the sound of my gun go
Bluka! Bluka! like Lil' G, y'all can't stop a killer
A drug dealer, a b*tch stealer cap pillar
I'm known Uptown for bein' realer then a
Twenty dollar bill with skills to make a peal
Don't slip up, don't f*ck up cuz I'mma have to
Pop you up

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{Lil' Ya}
Boom Boom Boom, it's the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherf*ckin' head
I'm comin' hard out the motherf*ckin' 1-2-3 and yes
I'm poppin' these motherf*ckers up constantly and
Motherf*ckers know they can't handle me
Them n*gga's bein' labeled as a Third Ward "G"
Leave a n*gga dead in a ditch, I leave you stankin'
Go to yo house and f*ck yo b*tch and have yo family
With them tear's in they eye's how did he die?
As they cry, as they cry
{Yella Boy}
Slicky Grease I'm back, with my n*gga's and they gat's cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo f*ckin' meal's stack
Seven guy's told me, yo first mind never leads you wrong
Face to face motherf*cker, now you know it's on
The first time, I went out like a f*ckin' soldier
A sloppy job on yo car, I'm back just like I told'cha
Yo eye's buck, as you was talkin' on a pay phone
You tried to reach, it's to late buckshot's in yo dome
Yo boy's froze in the car in a state of shock
Tec got the tec and got to poppin' till he empty the Glock
I'm not the one, we f*ck sh*t up and outie see
Cuz we violatin' out of our territory
But when we come, we gonna come and get the job done
f*ck all that figurin' and frontin' and twerk up if ya want some
We left 'em bleedin', start to greetin' back stabbin' b*tch
The war is on, so bring it on cuz next's on the list
The rest of you worker's stand down with that funny sh*t

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