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[Jamaican: Talkin] Original dan-da-da mi say boy, uh boy (it aint over yet) Original dan-da-da mi say boy [Tec-9: talkin] (All right yall, all right yall) Return of UNLV nigga (all right yall), Trend Setters (all right yall) Get at me, (all right yall) what (All right yall) Trend setter fa ya ass [Jamaican] Lil Ya run the beat now boy one time {Verse 1: Lil Ya} Peep it, It aint over ya'll I got some shit on my chest These niggaz bitin our beats givin me reasons to flex You know they know, when we catch em we gon rag em Tie them clowns up 3rd ward style, commits to drag 'em Through the fuckin river, shit is realer than it ever been Them sucka's playin knowin how the "U" spin the bin And when I'm mad aint no tellin what Lil Ya do Run in yo crib, kill yo kids and ya Mama too Then find you and make you pay fa what you done to my dog 30, 30 gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off I fuck with Marlbaro to try to keep my self stable Loadin guns at the brown table SongtexteNow I'm able, capable to take another one out Loose lips, sank ships shouldnt of been runnin ya mouth now I'ma ride out after I kill and destroy This is revenge fa my lil nigga... [Tec-9] Bad Ass Yella Boy [Hook x2] [Tec-9] Now you could copy all ya wanna, you could even try to sing it But none of yall niggaz can bring it like we bring it [Lil Ya] This aint no remake horsenapper we the real MCcoys This is revenge fa my lil nigga... [Tec-9] Bad Ass Yella Boy [Verse 2: Tec-9] Clique tight with my group and I'm lettin them guns rang Matched up, dressed in black and I'm throwin them thangs Kept it low and on the tuck for about 4 years But now you niggaz gotta pay there's, no more tears Now a rumor done got out that UNLV's comin again Motha fucka that means that nobody sells tapes again Took a blow to the group, but we troops: We never die I told ya'll motha fuckers time after time We Uptown Niggaz Livin Violent, violent Now I'ma ride for the sake of just ridin The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and now they hidin Revenge fa what ya'll did to one of my friends I got my money right so we could go to war, spin the bin All that yappin but I'll get loaded again Dont make me shoot a bag and go to cave ya bitches chest in Now I'ma ride after I kill and destroy This is revenge fa my lil nigga Bad Ass Yella Boy Call shots like yall get blood clots, dont try nigga [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Lil Ya & Tec-9] [Ya] We come to drag 'em once again spin the bin with the 4-10 Leavin a note around his neck that reads: [Tec] Yella revenge [Ya] I caught him slippin at the liquor store Cock the four, kick the door, he scream like a hoe "Ya dont shoot me no more" (fa sho) [Tec] You betta be lookin for some bullet proof head gear Fuck the dumb shit I'm takin dome shots this year Knock ya down like they did the St. Thomas Leave bitches in shock and niggaz next to comas [Ya] Look, I wait behind the mailbox, my disquise is smooth Fitted like a business man rockin Timberland boots Smokin the Gru that I told ya put the evil on my mind While I wait to buck this nigga with this nine, so stop cryin [Tec] Which one of you motha fuckers got the nuts to run up on us? Get sliced up by us, when I get to use the Mac ninety Get real grimey, skedatle to the West where you cant find me I can mother fucker do a 90 [Ya] I got these niggaz hostage, this bitin gotta stop bitch Everything we make you bitches jockin tryna copy it [Tec] Ride on out, I dont want no mother fuckin dap Now who killed my boy Yella aka Fella? Hard head rapper crushin ya bone [Ya] I be eager to kill a nigga dump his body in the river On the realla boy I'ma familiar Guerrilla [Tec] Ya'll know I'm steady thuggin Huffin and puffin you niggaz buggin The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and start the bustin [3 Gun Shots] [Hook x2] [Lil Ya Talkin] Jeah, jeah UNLV nigga, Trend Setters Representin fa life We do our thing nigga, we brang it Jeah my nigga Sinista fiyah ass nigga on the trizzack Ya Hoooorrdd Me? Uh huh, and um, and um Rest In Peace Yella, jeah Aus Songtexte Mania