Freestyle (Cash Money Diss) lyrics

by

Redman


[Redman]
Funk doc in the f*ckin building, n*gga

[Intro: U.N.L.V.]
We right back at ya
When ya see this sh*t comin
B.G. and U.N.L.V. on the same track
Wit a shot to birdman
So now, We cleanin up feathers right now
f*ck Cash Money, Ya Know?

[Hook 2x: B.G.]
We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy
We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy

[U.N.L.V.]
Oh, He want some
It's a bird, It's a plane
Naw homie, That's Baby, Shoot that n*gga mane

[Verse 1: U.N.L.V.]
Y'all boys never saw it comin [Never saw it comin]
B. Gizzle, Y'all and Tec-9 together on the same track murkin somethin
I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a n*gga from the 3 down
Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down
Bad ass Yella Boy, this is for you
Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do
We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up
And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, n*gga give it up
Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps
I know ya missin all that, Cause that sh*t ya spittin now is wack
And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize?
That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie
Cash Money records, n*gga suck my di*k
Tell the whole world how ya really got that sh*t
It was Gizzle, U.N.L.V., My n*gga Juve came late
Now how the f*ck ya gon feed us off the same plate?
[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: B.G.]
It's the return of the hottest of the hot, Lil B.G
And 2 big dogs from the UPT
U.N.L.V., Tech Nine, And lil ya
We bout to keep it real from the streets to the cellblock
Anybody hollerin, They get popped
n*gga holla ha, When they came on my block
It's real round here, All that stuntin'll get ya smashed round here
Straight jacked round here
If n*gga know that history put Cash Money on
Befo' Uptown thang, It was Sixth and Baronne
I'mma speak the truth, I'mma tell no lie
I was on the scene, Yella snuck Baby in the eye
I was on the scene when Suga Slim got slipped
Yella went inside and got the f*ckin pistol grip
It's the real Cash Money, We started this sh*t
From local 580 to the 226

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3: U.N.L.V.]
You went from Lil Wayne to the number one di*k rider
f*ck you mean you the best since the best retired?
Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off
Cause you got it f*cked up thinkin Baby ya pa
I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony
Let a b*tch-ass n*gga infiltrate you and ya homie
How long will it be before ya realize, Realize?
Slim and Baby ain't nothin but the devil disguised
Plus Baby got f*cked up in OPP
In 97, Got a deal off of U.N.L.V
Album sold platinum gold, b*tch I'm comin for mine
And motherf*ck the legal way, b*tch, I'm bringin that iron
You ain't got no strap, Remember Yella knocked ya out?
Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out
On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen
It's the real 226 spinnin a ben
[Hook 2x]

[Outro: U.N.L.V.]
Say uh, Flex, B.G., We don handled that sh*t, Man
f*ck that, The whole world know
They know who made them b*tches
How the f*ck you gon get a whole leaf of bread
And don't wan give a n*gga but a piece of slice, Dawg?
f*ck that, We keep it row, It ain't goin down
f*ck you n*gga, f*ck your brother too
Ya hoyt man b*tch
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