Chorus: {U.N.L.V.}
211s at night 187s in the day light
n**** we just don't give a f***
211s at night 187s in the day light
n**** we just don't give a f***
Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
n****'s be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of
n**** that just don't give a f***
But Nathan and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the f*** you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my n**** B, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My b****** 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 n****'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
Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on
I'm ready to move on
To another level rob some n****'s or
Whatever I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's been that way
Since f*****' start, you know me from my
f*****' crew, you know what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'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 f*** like Kurupt
I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me
Me and the Tecster in broad day light
We comin' to do thee f*** it
Of course, I'm a show no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse Three: {Tec-9}
I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm 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 n****
Verse Four: { Yella Boy}
I'm dumpin' you b****** out like Boss Hog
I don't give a f*** 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 you, I would f*** 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 f*****' scram
I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a m***********' 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****'cha
You goin' in pocket b****, you better drop it
One n**** tested my nut's 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 f*** over him
Stunt a f*****' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the key's on the lab and
n***** started pushin' slab's
My pocket's started gettin' swole
My knot has thickened
That's how it is when
n**** like Ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's
Keep a brew full of rock's
Cuz my b**** need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you n****'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 head, smoke a blunt now I'm 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
It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these n****'s out they snap's
Cuz I'm
Verse Eight: {Tec-9}
You b****** don't know the f*****' size of this s***
I'm on the rise with this s***
See tommorow, the f*****' clip b****
2-2-6 my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's n****
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 b****** catch me down bad
With my 12-gage
Verse Nine: {Yella Boy}
You despise, why 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 f*****' self ya b**** you
For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me
211s at night 187s in the day light
n**** we just don't give a f***
211s at night 187s in the day light
n**** we just don't give a f***
Verse One: {Lil' Ya}
n****'s be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but Lil' Ya that type of
n**** that just don't give a f***
But Nathan and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the f*** you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of steel
Like my n**** B, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My b****** 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 n****'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
Yeah, I'm gettin' my grove on
I'm ready to move on
To another level rob some n****'s or
Whatever I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's been that way
Since f*****' start, you know me from my
f*****' crew, you know what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'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 f*** like Kurupt
I'm dismantlin' MC's that come against me
Me and the Tecster in broad day light
We comin' to do thee f*** it
Of course, I'm a show no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse Three: {Tec-9}
I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm 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 n****
Verse Four: { Yella Boy}
I'm dumpin' you b****** out like Boss Hog
I don't give a f*** 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 you, I would f*** 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 f*****' scram
I'm a champion I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a m***********' 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****'cha
You goin' in pocket b****, you better drop it
One n**** tested my nut's 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 f*** over him
Stunt a f*****' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the key's on the lab and
n***** started pushin' slab's
My pocket's started gettin' swole
My knot has thickened
That's how it is when
n**** like Ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, Quarter Bird's, to Bird's
Keep a brew full of rock's
Cuz my b**** need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you n****'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 head, smoke a blunt now I'm 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
It's twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a Big Tymer, because I''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these n****'s out they snap's
Cuz I'm
Verse Eight: {Tec-9}
You b****** don't know the f*****' size of this s***
I'm on the rise with this s***
See tommorow, the f*****' clip b****
2-2-6 my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's n****
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 b****** catch me down bad
With my 12-gage
Verse Nine: {Yella Boy}
You despise, why 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 f*****' self ya b**** you
For you get downed
Chorus
We droppin' 'em stop playin' with me
Stop playin' with me