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211 - 187 -



211 - 187


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}





Nigga’s be try’na rep and some fool’s


Be try’na buck but lil’ ya that type of


Nigga that just don’t give a fuck


But nathan and if you hatin’ then


You’s a hater but I’m straight out that three


So how the fuck you gonna fade her


Soldier with a heart made of steel


Like my nigga bI handle business on the real and


Then I chill make my roundspick 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 nigga’s who ain’t go no love


I ain’t got no love for you chumps


Cuz I’m a smoke ’em and choke ’em


Like a philly blunt


YeahI’m gettin’ my grove on


I’m ready to move on


To another level rob some nigga’s or


Whatever I got big nut’s


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


Since fuckin’ startyou know me from my


Fuckin’ crewyou know what I’m bound to do


I got a pitI’m ready to spit


I’m ready to serve to uhh!





Chorus





Verse two: {yella boy}





I even got’s the boogy bangin’ at’cha


Grab my zookie if I have to


Daze you up like daz


I don’t give a fuck like kurupt


I’m dismantlin’ mc’s that come against me


Me and the tecster in broad day light


We comin’ to do thee fuck it


Of courseI’m a show no remorse


Don’t mean the bossI never forget hoes





Verse three: {tec-9}





I’m gettin’ skiet like thatI’m slippery like ease wax


I chop ya downlike a disciplewith my riffle


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


Called me a nigga





Verse four: { yella boy}





I’m dumpin’ you bitches out like boss hog


I don’t give a fuck about y’all


You don’t know what I would do to you


But I know what’cha will do to you


I would serve youI would fuck clean over you





Verse five: {tec-9}





Y’all know that I’m back


Like brand new wax on brand new cadalac’s


I’m mourin’ I’m yawnin’ plus I just


Lost my equipment bag





Verse six: {yella boy}





Sweatin’ like a zoo-loo to do you


It’s best you fuckin’ scram


I’m a champion I’m dumpin’ on ’em


I’m actin’ a motherfuckin’ donkey on ’em





Chorus





Verse seven {lil’ ya}





I’m bout to do a jack


I got on all black


In my hand lies a tool that


I call my mack


It’s like my best friend cuz when


I spin the bin it don’t get jammed


Bullet’s chargin’ like a ram


You bet’s believe when them hollow’s hit’cha


You goin’ in pocket bitchyou better drop it


One nigga tested my nut’s he had the nerve to flex and


On his arm was a rolexhe flinched for


His gat that was stashed in his suit coat


I had to show himI had to fuck over him


Stunt a fuckin’ lick of that hit and it was on


Then I put the key’s on the lab and


Niggas started pushin’ slab’s


My pocket’s started gettin’ swole


My knot has thickened


That’s how it is when


Nigga like yais flippin’ halves to


Quickersquarter bird’sto bird’s


Keep a brew full of rock’s


Cuz my bitch need a serve


Uploadin’ kiltputtin’ in clip’s at the


Same timebeatin’ you nigga’s down


With my bat if I ain’t got that iron


Leave yo mama cryin’ why you shot my only son


Gave him three to the headsmoke a blunt now I’m done


Give me a bag of that hellloand snort it up my nostril


Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot


We put in workdoin’ dirt everyday


It’s twelve noonlet’s go get somebody


To buy some yaecan’t be no miner


Got to be a big tymerbecause i’’m down to


Pill a couple of cap’s and get these nigga’s out they snap’s


Cuz i’m





Verse eight: {tec-9}





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


I’m on the rise with this shit


See tommorowthe fuckin’ clip bitch


2-2-6 my boy’s comin’


Mag-11 hollow tip’s 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 despisewhy I’m up in disguise


Now you paralyzed plus you realize


To stop playin’ with me


My click is quick to let them bullet’s 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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