Pop 'Em Up

{u. . l. v. talking}

Wusup! to my nigga kel, third ward is the motherfuckin 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 niggas bustin Im out numbered

Tryna take my head off, but I was kind of lucky

These niggas slipped, and they bustin, but couldnt 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, Im gonna stalk that nigga

Im gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger on the trigger

Like john wayne, Im 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 motherfuckers and indorse yo words

You makin me sick with all that hoe shit you got on

My last nerves, I had to get my strap and go bam!

You say Im insane, now it's time to let my

Motherfuckin nuts hang and spit on you niggas

I don't need stars on my chest to make my fuckin name bigger

Im the capital y-a from the three u..l.v.

You repped on me, now I got to serve ya g

I can feel ya, look in my eyes guaranteed you wont

See no disguise, cuz Im real aint no fuckin boy in me

I was an hustler, and now Im a g

I got real niggas by my side, don't fuck with the fake kind

This is for you dissers now I know Im 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 shit was sour

You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school

Another good guy gone bad in the game, that shit aint 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 oclock we supposed to meet

Claim he had dope, cliental in the fuckin street

He said for three gs 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