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Unlord - 211-187 lyrics
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}
 Niggas be tryna rep and some fools
 Be tryna buck but lil ya that type of
 Nigga that just don't give a fuck
 But nathan and if you hatin then
 Yous a hater but Im 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 niggas who aint go no love
 I aint got no love for you chumps
 Cuz Im a smoke em and choke em
 Like a philly blunt
 Yeah, Im gettin my grove on
 Im ready to move on
 To another level rob some niggas or
 Whatever I got big nuts
 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 Im bound to do
 I got a pit, Im ready to spit,
 Im ready to serve to uhh!
Chorus
Verse two: {yella boy}
 I even gots the boogy bangin atcha
 Grab my zookie if I have to
 Daze you up like daz
 I don't give a fuck like kurupt
 Im dismantlin mcs that come against me
 Me and the tecster in broad day light
 We comin to do thee fuck it
 Of course, Im a show no remorse
 Don't mean the boss, I never forget hoes
Verse three: {tec-9}
 Im gettin skiet like that, Im 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}
 Im dumpin you bitches out like boss hog
 I don't give a fuck about yall
 You don't know what I would do to you
 But I know whatcha will do to you
 I would serve you, I would fuck clean over you
Verse five: {tec-9}
 Yall know that Im back
 Like brand new wax on brand new cadalacs
 Im mourin Im yawnin plus I just
 Lost my equipment bag
 Verse six: {yella boy}
 Unlord - 211-187 - http://motolyrics.com/unlord/211-187-lyrics.html
 Sweatin like a zoo-loo to do you
 Its best you fuckin scram
 Im a champion Im dumpin on em
 Im actin a motherfuckin donkey on em
Chorus
Verse seven {lil ya}
 Im bout to do a jack
 I got on all black
 In my hand lies a tool that
 I call my mack
 Its like my best friend cuz when
 I spin the bin it don't get jammed
 Bullets chargin like a ram
 You bets believe when them hollows hitcha
 You goin in pocket bitch, you better drop it
 One nigga tested my nuts 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 keys on the lab and
 Niggas started pushin slabs
 My pockets started gettin swole
 My knot has thickened
 That's how it is when
 Nigga like ya, is flippin halves to
 Quickers, quarter birds, to birds
 Keep a brew full of rocks
 Cuz my bitch need a serve,
 Uploadin kilt, puttin in clips at the
 Same time, beatin you niggas down
 With my bat if I aint got that iron
 Leave yo mama cryin why you shot my only son
 Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now Im 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
 Its twelve noon, lets go get somebody
 To buy some yae, can't be no miner
 Got to be a big tymer, because im down to
 Pill a couple of caps and get these niggas out they snaps
 Cuz im
Verse eight: {tec-9}
 You bitches don't know the fuckin size of this shit
 Im on the rise with this shit
 See tommorow, the fuckin clip bitch
 2-2-6 my boys comin
 Mag-11 hollow tips 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 Im up in disguise
 Now you paralyzed plus you realize
 To stop playin with me
 My click is quick to let them bullets fly
 Click ya fuckin self ya bitch you
 For you get downed
Chorus
 We droppin em stop playin with me
 Stop playin with me









