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[Tec-9 and (Lil Ya): talkin] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Return of the Trend Setters) UNLV (Trend Setters) How the fuck yall forget about UNLV? (Trend Setters) What you stupid or something? We created this shit All the rest of you niggaz need to get the fuck Suck a dick beeotch [Hook: Tec-9 and Lil Ya] Do you remember "Oh he want some?" You bitches thought we was through But now we back its the return of the "U" Remember "Chillin on the set with the fully automatic Tec Pop em up watch em bleed to death" "From the Mac to the Melph to the Calioooo "Parle is cool and okay but I rather chill and hustle" "Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it" We been bout it, you know we bout it [Verse 1: Tec-9] I'm bout to line all you bitches up in single file Commence to punishin you niggaz off of GP ya feel me? Hennessey makes me think wicked This is for you bitch ass niggaz, I got you terrified to kick it SongtexteYeah I know yall think I'm bout to click out and shoot something I'm from that Group cousin and Trend Setters dont start nothing I opened doors and some of you niggaz snuck right in Takin credit fa what I created with the bin And then I let you holla like its all gravy Smilin in my face knowin that ya hate me And maybe I'ma let the bigons be bigons Speed up the process and let the hollow sink through ya chest Confess, we them niggaz that put the 3rd on the map Ride on out I dont want no mother fuckin dap Fuck rap I'm ready to split you mother fuckers cap Poppin mother fuckers ya'll niggaz hear that? [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Ya] Check, how could a nigga flip the script and say the "U" aint the shit? We keep it crunk, representin non stop ya bitch Trend Setters, settin trends boo you know how we do Create the slang, slang the tracks and we feed it to you To make you love it is our goal Our pockets still dont swole So it dont matter if you bite what we write (Aint that cold?) I aint mad but I dont like whats goin on I'm hearin rumors talkin bout the "U" is dead and gone Them niggaz wrong fa even thinkin we was breakin up Two thugs hit the club straight shakin stuff Rest in peace mister Chucks a.k.a. YELLA BOY Until we meet you say uh uh send us a praise to the Lord Me and Atrice still grip tight And for the record we went Plat on "Uptown 4 Life" You better believe them niggaz door opened up shop But yet and still they refuse to give the "U" or props They got it twisted [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Ya] Look, niggaz say that I was broke steady fuckin they hoes Niggaz say Tec couldnt fuck cause he was fulla that dope Niggaz say Yella was dirty he deserved what he got Niggaz say my nigga slipt and started smokin them rocks Niggaz say one of them hoes straight makin my drank Niggaz say a nigga puff a El to higher my day Niggaz say Tec was in jail and had the double L Nigga say whatever they want but we gon show and tell Grip tight is what we like, yall know the Trend Setters But the dumbest rumor that I heard is that Tec murdered Yella [Tec-9] Now some of yall gon hate some a yall gon congradulate And to my fans yeah I know you cant wait Until the next release Cut me loose and speak my peace And maybe I'ma give you the inside scoop bout that nigga Baby How he hate me, owe me money but its all gravy Be a man and give the whole world the real scoop The reason you got that deal was because of the "U" And I dont see whats the big old fuss The only reason Uptown like you is because of us Uptown Mother fucker [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania