Return Of U.n.l.v. Lyrics
[Tec-9 and (Lil Ya): talkin]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Return of the Trend Setters)
Unlv (Trend Setters)
How the f**k yall forget about unlv?
(Trend Setters) What you stupid or something?
We created this s**t
All the rest of you ni***z need to get the f**k
Suck a d**k beeotch
[Hook: Tec-9 and Lil Ya]
Do you remember "Oh he want some?"
You b*****s thought we was through
But now we back it's the return of the "U"
Remember "Chillin on the set with the fully automatic Tec
Pop em up watch em bleed to death"
"From the Mac to the Melph to the Caliooo
"Parle is cool and okay but I rather chill and hustle"
"Its a Uptown Thing and we bout it"
We been bout it, you know we bout it
[Verse 1: Tec-9]
I'm bout to line all you b*****s up in single file
Commence to punishin you ni***z off of gp ya feel me?
Hennessey makes me think wicked
This is for you b***h a** ni***z, I got you terrified to kick it
Yeah I know yall think I'm bout to click out and shoot something
I'm from that Group cousin and Trend Setters don't start nothing
I opened doors and some of you ni***z snuck right in
Takin credit fa what I created with the bin
And then I let you holla like it's all gravy
Smilin in my face knowin that ya hate me
And maybe I'ma let the bigons be bigons
Speed up the process and let the hollow sink through ya chest
Confess, we them ni***z that put the 3rd on the map
Ride on out I don't want no mother fuckin dap
F**k rap I'm ready to split you mother fuckers cap
Poppin mother fuckers ya'll ni***z hear that?
[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
Check, how could a n***a flip the script and say the "U" aint the s**t?
We keep it crunk, representin non stop ya b***h
Trend Setters, settin trends boo you know how we do
Create the slang, slang the tracks and we feed it to you
To make you love it is our goal
Our pockets still don't swole
So it don't matter if you bite what we write (Aint that cold?)
I aint mad but I don't like what's goin on
I'm hearin rumors talkin bout the "U" is dead and gone
Them ni***z wrong fa even thinkin we was breakin up
Two thugs hit the club straight shakin stuff
Rest in peace mister Chucks A. K. A. Yella boy
Until we meet you say uh uh send us a praise to the Lord
Me and Atrice still grip tight
And for the record we went Plat on "Uptown 4 Life"
You better believe them ni***z door opened up shop
But yet and still they refuse to give the "U" or props
They got it twisted
[Verse 3: Lil Ya]
Look, ni***z say that I was broke steady fuckin they hoes
Ni***z say Tec couldn't f**k cause he was fulla that dope
Ni***z say Yella was dirty he deserved what he got
Ni***z say my n***a slipt and started smokin them rocks
Ni***z say one of them hoes straight makin my drank
Ni***z say a n***a puff a El to higher my day
Ni***z say Tec was in jail and had the double L
N***a say whatever they want but we gon show and tell
Grip tight is what we like, yall know the Trend Setters
But the dumbest rumor that I heard is that Tec murdered Yella
Now some of yall gon hate some a yall gon congradulate
And to my fans yeah I know you can't wait
Until the next release
Cut me loose and speak my peace
And maybe I'ma give you the inside scoop bout that n***a Baby
How he hate me, owe me money but it's all gravy
Be a man and give the whole world the real scoop
The reason you got that deal was because of the "U"
And I don't see what's the big old fuss
The only reason Uptown like you is because of us
Uptown Mother f****are
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