Lyric 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 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 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
Yeah, I 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 start, you know me from my
Fuckin 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 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 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 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 you, I 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 bitch, you better drop it
One nigga 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 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 Ya, is flippin halves to
Quickers, Quarter Bird s, to Bird s
Keep a brew full of rock s
Cuz my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin kilt, puttin in clip s at the
Same time, beatin 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 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 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 tommorow, the 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 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 fuckin self ya bitch you
For you get downed

Chorus

We droppin em stop playin with me
Stop playin with me