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Yella
You fake cheerleadin' b*tch! You want a nigg* like me to beware, ha?
I'ma show you some spokes right now, you b*tch you
Tec-9
Take them braids out his head Yella
Chorus-Yella & Tec-9
I'ma drag him from tha river dump his body in Chucks yard
Leavin' a note around his neck readin' BAD as* YELLA BOY
Oooooh he wants some? Ain't that cold?
YOU A HOE MYSTIKAL
YOU A HOE MYSTIKAL
See I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fk
And I know you thought I wouldn't be back but you can't keep me down
Don't forget about the U and the Cash Money Clowns
1st Verse-Yella
I'm from the 3 and I don't give a fk, for the record
Once again it's the yella with the chucks
I'm back up on the scene with the 2 like a Viper
Get in so much war I think I straighter than a sniper
Mystikal you b*tch, are you ready for the drama?
Told your hoe as* people hoe don't run I'll kill Mama
If I catch ya wit your draws down I'ma do ya
Once upon a time I up the roof and gimme the cruiser
Chorus
2nd Verse-Yella
I be the jack of all trades don't make me splizit, your fkin' head
The queen I mean the King , I mean he learned many trades
Comin' to get'cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids
Gay blade, now what'cha wanna do? My nuts you can chew
Because they told me you wanted to battle
Told em you better scaddattle
You ain't bout no B-1 Doctor show, don't make me bust you up
Braids that'll fly up from the roundhouse socks, that roll-o
Now go in my shirt you hoe, blunts up in my polo
Chorus
3rd Verse-Yella
Stop playin' with me, stop playin' with me b*tch, stop playin' with me
I'm like the B.G.'z I'm gat totin'
By this time it's the bulldog barrel smokin'
I hope they catch and chop ya down, tear ya as* apart
Thrash all the swine touch down your brains on the ground
I gots the gat spell it backwards,
that's what I do up on that as* ya b*tch I'm not an actor
I'm comin' dumpin' on ya fake punk wannabe
I warned ya too many times to watch the blood tragedy
I got the diamonds to the bauds, twinkle up your golds
Now spin the bin, in the turtleneck polo cuz I don't care
fk what you sayin' about beware
I'm tired of tellin' you that I'm a donkey nigg*,
Stop playin'
Chorus
4th Verse-Yella
I'm in the front room, in the whirlaround, the brown table
Are you able? Capable? All of a sudden, um...
I had to pop em, I had to pop em
I top em all and respect is what I need
Hollow tips in the clips just to make your as* bleed
I'ma drop this p*ssy with the braids off see
I'ma dump his body in Chuck's yard, UNLV
I told this Mr. Cheerleader not to fk with me
I told ya to keep my fkin' name out ya fkin' mouth
You didn't do it now it's time to take your as* out
Chorus
5th Verse-Yella
I gets lowdown and dirty with the dirty 30
Because I'm in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I'm into Chuck's house, deliverin' the bad luck
As I spin the bin with speed, it's too late to duck
I'm like Jim Harbaugh, puffin' on a hot Marlboro
I'm strictly with that a**hole and comin' to down ya far
Why did I ask would I please leave ya alone ya see?
I cought THE enemies slippin gettin groceries
I waits behind the mailbox like an old drunkard,
As Archie Bunker, comfortable? You b*tch you
You see I walk by, I ride by, I drive by too
I got's to hang a 45 and a AP-9 too
this goes goes out to my rakia at tyner high freshmen 05
Chorus (4X)