Unlv - 211-187 Lyrics

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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 fuck

Verse one: {lil ya}

Niggas be tryna rep and some fools

Be tryna buck but lil ya that type of

Nigga that just don't give a fuck

But nathan and if you hatin then

Yous a hater but Im straight out that three

So how the fuck you gonna fade her

Soldier with a heart made of steel

Like my nigga b, I handle business on the real and

Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from

My bitches cuz I be hittin em regular like

Dre be hittin his switches

Clockin my riches as I stroll through my hood

Puffin on a blunt givin love where it's all good and

For you niggas who aint go no love

I aint got no love for you chumps

Cuz Im a smoke em and choke em

Like a philly blunt

Yeah, Im gettin my grove on

Im ready to move on

To another level rob some niggas or

Whatever I got big nuts

I got a big heart like I said it's been that way

Since fuckin start, you know me from my

Fuckin crew, you know what Im bound to do

I got a pit, Im ready to spit,

Im ready to serve to uhh!

Chorus

Verse two: {yella boy}

I even gots the boogy bangin atcha

Grab my zookie if I have to

Daze you up like daz

I don't give a fuck like kurupt

Im dismantlin mcs that come against me

Me and the tecster in broad day light

We comin to do thee fuck it

Of course, Im a show no remorse

Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes

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Verse three: {tec-9}

Im gettin skiet like that, Im slippery like ease wax

I chop ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle

As if a white boy you disrespected my a-gender and

Called me a nigga

Verse four: { yella boy}

Im dumpin you bitches out like boss hog

I don't give a fuck about yall

You don't know what I would do to you

But I know whatcha will do to you

I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you

Verse five: {tec-9}

Yall know that Im back

Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacs

Im mourin Im yawnin plus I just

Lost my equipment bag

Verse six: {yella boy}

Sweatin like a zoo-loo to do you

Its best you fuckin scram

Im a champion Im dumpin on em

Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em

Chorus

Verse seven {lil ya}

Im bout to do a jack

I got on all black

In my hand lies a tool that

I call my mack

Its like my best friend cuz when

I spin the bin it don't get jammed

Bullets chargin like a ram

You bets believe when them hollows hitcha

You goin in pocket bitch, you better drop it

One nigga tested my nuts he had the nerve to flex and

On his arm was a rolex, he flinched for

His gat that was stashed in his suit coat

I had to show him, I had to fuck over him

Stunt a fuckin lick of that hit and it was on

Then I put the keys on the lab and

Niggas started pushin slabs

My pockets started gettin swole

My knot has thickened

That's how it is when

Nigga like ya, is flippin halves to

Quickers, quarter birds, to birds

Keep a brew full of rocks

Cuz my bitch need a serve,

Uploadin kilt, puttin in clips at the

Same time, beatin you niggas down

With my bat if I aint got that iron

Leave yo mama cryin why you shot my only son

Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now Im done

Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril

Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot

We put in work, doin dirt everyday

Its twelve noon, lets go get somebody

To buy some yae, can't be no miner

Got to be a big tymer, because im down to

Pill a couple of caps and get these niggas out they snaps

Cuz im

Verse eight: {tec-9}

You bitches don't know the fuckin size of this shit

Im on the rise with this shit

See tommorow, the fuckin clip bitch

2-2-6 my boys comin

Mag-11 hollow tips nigga

Better start runnin

When I start comin up the block

With my glock like a mad man

In a mad rage face is caught on the front page

Let them bitches catch me down bad

With my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella boy}

You despise, why Im up in disguise

Now you paralyzed plus you realize

To stop playin with me

My click is quick to let them bullets fly

Click ya fuckin self ya bitch you

For you get downed

Chorus

We droppin em stop playin with me

Stop playin with me

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