self Like a trick Cuz Ya's here to tell you That a bitch ain't shit [Chorus:] Now these is for the hoes I can't trust A bitch ain't shit Don't be
they said where you been When I'm unconditional with my loving And at the C-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D And we get bucked on the block block block block And nigga
for your purchases, we dough out and roll out the Kool-Aid, {?} see us pimp strut Ain't really pimpin, I'm tryin to catch the bus The Krush Groove ain't got shit
don't Tech N9ne I never say it again nigga I know you won't never will these niggaz lit on my friend And mista scare crow bitch nigga you ain't got to
't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch you won't be one You don't want none, there won't be none You stop acting like a bitch
O-U-T-H yeah Parkway, don't play damn damn day Get your shit straight test us and we test you shit All us, all y'all too, it's on shit S-O-U-T-H yeah
talkin' on the phone And I'm chillin' on 6th and baronne they call us U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub
You could never play it off hoe, you was really gay 'cause you could break yo self but you can't break me 'cause I'm a real fuckin' lyricst with u.n.l.v
and that ho shit you know you don't mean it But if ya want some drama won't ya step to ya bitch Ya talkin' bad about a nigga bitch get yo mind right
moe I got this shit sold Cock diesel by my side another homicide I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell
Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a
talkin' on the phone And I'm chillin' on 6th and Baronne they call us U.N.L.V. U.N.L.V. we comin straight out the Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub
come up move {3x} {lil' ya} Bitch I thought'cha knew I'm from that 1-2-3 From that nolia, still a soldier down with u.n.l.v. Packin' steel, I'm fa'real ain't
nigga and be proud of it Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} It's an uptown thing and we bout it Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it It's an uptown thing
you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm the capital y-a from the three u.n.l.v. You repped on me, now I got to
four door [mystikal] A-i-n-t-n-o-l-i-m-i-t Nigga, we b-o-u-t-i-t-b-o-u-t-i-t Fonzarelli, gimme the mike Let me get in they ass And with the ice cream
a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4 [Juvenile] What's this shit I hear about you boys Partners-N-Crime You think you U.N.L.V. punished you bitches
