Pop €™em Up lyrics

Artist  : Unlv 
Song : Pop €™em Up



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 {u. n. l. v. talking}
Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the
motherf**kin’ 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 nigga’s bustin’ I’m out
numbered
Try’na take my head off, but I was kind of
lucky
These nigga’s slipped, and they bustin’, but
couldn’t get me
Had to put my monte carlo away got myself an
forty-five
>from my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I’m gonna stalk
that nigga
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

Chorus

{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**kers and indorse
yo word’s
You makin’ me sick with all that hoe 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**kin’ nut’s hang and spit on you
nigga’s
I don’t need star’s on my chest to make my
f**kin’ 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**kin’ boy in me
I was an hustler, and now I’m a "g"
I got real nigga’s by my side, don’t f**k
with the fake kind
This is for you disser’s now I know I’m on yo
mind

Chorus

{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**kin’
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**kin’ ditch
It was a nigger, try’na kill me, I’m smooth
like a canon
I jetted off bustin’, I’m a show ’em I’ll
be back

Chorus

{tec-9}
Fool I grew here, not flew here and y’all
bit*hes 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
bit*h
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 nigga 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 bit*h 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**k up cuz i’ma have
to
Pop you up

Chorus

{lil’ ya}
Boom boom boom, it’s the sound that you dead
With a bullet in yo motherf**kin’ head
I’m comin’ hard out the motherf**kin’ 1-2-3
and yes
I’m poppin’ these motherf**kers up constantly
and
Motherf**kers know they can’t handle me
Them nigga’s bein’ labeled as a third ward
"g"
Leave a nigga dead in a ditch, I leave you
stankin’
Go to yo house and f**k yo bit*h 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 nigga’s and
they gat’s cuz
You tried to take my life, just to make yo
f**kin’ meal’s stack
Seven guy’s told me, yo first mind never leads
you wrong
Face to face motherf**ker, now you know it’s
on
The first time, I went out like a f**kin’
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**k 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**k all that figurin’ and frontin’ and twerk
up if ya want some
We left ’em bleedin’, start to greetin’
back stabbin’ bit*h
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 shit

Chorus