Song Lyrics UNLV - Chill Hussle    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> U>> UNLV Singer Lyrics [UNLV other resources]>> Chill Hussle Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: UNLV Music Title/Track: Chill Hussle Theme ID: 6162 Album: N/A Verse one: {lil ya Its that nigga of the block call me the hood mac Down to make some snaps so whats the haps? Do I need the strap? Will somebody give me a extra clip? Cuz Im a need it if these niggas try to trip They might even try some of that funny shit If they do, they fuckin wig Im a split Im a get my point across cuz Im the boss Walkin with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump With some soldiers behind me called the black connection Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly You bests to run if you gun is on safety Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me Nigga dont you miss because if you do Im a retaliate And before ya shut yo head and fuckin face Dont get mad because yo tot your k from the city Lil ya fasho just call me the frank nitty Takin no pity leavin yo city destroyed Bustin down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac Watch yo back nigga Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil ya Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and hussle I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and hussle Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass {2x Verse two: {yella boy Like black and moe I got this shit sold Cock diesel by my side another homicide Im back up on the scenery ya bitch you Im from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you? Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw? Try yo luck, because Im a mover in the u-haul Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the double Aint nothin shakin, when the real nigga hit the block Fully auto amo aimin at you non stop Slickie grease I got yo draws down Im pased once, Im comin back around to act a clown No freakin out because Im used to this bloody streak Everyday and all night I keep my heat Dont give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin go I aint no hoe I spin the bin lettin bullets flow Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope I aint no joke see Im straight downin folks Im on the real with the bill fifty loc song I put my stop to all you wanna bees instantly Then I vanish hangin with the spanish Im ducked off Ill be right back at you Im here to stay now bitch you like a statue Ya see Im dumpin bullets if you try to disrespect my set I beat Ill leave yo ass wet, because Im in a affect With the mag ninety, spittin at you and yo crew Comin to down you, quickly tryna get rid of you I catch a drain put yo ass in pain Fuckin with the yella another unsolved slang I come to buck you down because Im a fuckin clown The black is in a position that its supposed to be in As I spin the bin once again Chorus: {2x Verse three:{tec-9 Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper We blowin up slangin this motherfuckin gangsta shit We be rockin up slab have the money in my hood Keep it good, protect the money that you make You bitch niggas cant fade what we put together No matter the weather I be ridin around with That four-four in my leather Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips So catch the cut Nigga whats happenin with all that gafflin Get ready for strappin because you know Im bout that action daddy ok today I take a ride with my ak Somebody don ratted out my rock shop And told the cops my chillin spot Where I hang at my reservation Jeopardizin my probation But I got to hussle to keep my shit tight right? If it means I have to walk the streets all Motherfuckin night all my hommies are out Enjoyin there selves (where you at tec-9) Im slangin rocks in the motherfuckin meplh Now lets elevate a take it to another level Work it off the beeper flowin from my nigga keith Use the code that I give you hit me Im a hit you Now picture me ballin the emenies around me Waitin for me to go down Player haters are created by the hour Dope deal gone sour Replace the yae with the flour Break a quarter key down I cant fuck with that Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that I would love to go out and parley with my homies Today but I gots to pay bills and tomorrows the first man Chorus: {2x Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Hand Full of Haters, Head No Screws, Hike, Hood Mac, Jazzy Bitch, Live or Die, Local 580, Local 580 (Fuck Tha Police), Local 580 Fuck Tha Police, Lost and Turned Out, Low Down Dirty, Mac Melph Calio, Manny Fresh Mix, Much Respect, My 9, My Pump, Nigga Im Bout It, No Struggle No Progress, Playa Haten, Pocket Full of Furl, Pop Em Up, Pussy CMon to Me, Rape U 4 Your Life, Return of UNLV, Shake Shake It, Tec-9 Groove, Tec-9 What Ya Like, Things Got Wild, UNLV Style, Uptown Hard Hitters, Work That Thang, Yellas Revenge, Anything About June, Autumn Dawning, Cant Stop, Everyones Honesty, Feel It, Wont Go Near You Again, 2002, AEr Jag Verklig, Andas Genom Mig, arets Sista Dag, Att Bli aeLskad Av Dig, Att Bli Lskad Av Dig, Barn Av En Evighet, Daer Gar En Galning Loes, Det Jag Behoever, Det Jag Behver, Du aer Det Skoenaste Jag Vet, Du aer Fantastisk, Other UNLV song Lyrics 211-187 Lyrics 3rd Ward Court Date!! 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