[Hook: U.N.L.V.]
Get into it with a n***a, gotta tote my gun
Get into it with a n***a, gotta tote my gun
Get into it with a n***a, gotta tote my gun
Get into it with a n***a, gotta tote my gun

[Verse 1: Tec-9]
Bad situations is all a player found
I'm bout to let my nuts hang and close down my ground
I got beaucoup weed, with a brand new fucking lighter
I got so damned loaded that I was on Street Fighter
"Ay, who got the fire?" is what a chump said
I got the Glock from my side and Tec-9 is still spraying

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
If I get into with a n***a, I use my hands, a switchblade
Or I throw a grenade
I gotta watch my back, that's why I'm packing the gat
And if you play me I'mma split your fucking hat to the back
D.O.A. is what they label you
There's no need to save you
Family's hustling hard, so they can bury you

[Hook]
[Interlude 1: Tec-9]
I say n***adan***adan***a, unh
Nig, n***a
Nig, nig, nig, n***a
N***adan***adan***a, unh
Nig, n***a
Nig, nig, nig, n***a
Don't come on my set with that bullshit
I got my Glock, got it cocked, watch 'em drop
Don't come on my set with that bullshit
I got my Glock, got it cocked, watch'em drop

[Verse 3: Yella Boy]
Well I was headed through the Mac, the Melph, and the Calio
I cross Claiborne and then I creep through the rathole
Stopped at the store for a forty of some Crazy Horse
You ask the question, "Am I gonna get drunk?" -- of course
Jump in my ride, I was headed towards Josephine
Blue Girbauds, white interior, and I'm looking clean
Pictured a n***a pushing rocks at my front dash
So I got the Tec-9 and pumped a cap in his ass

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tec-9]
I was chilling on Forbes when a n***a tried to play me
Had to get gatted up to show him I ain't faking
I ran back, I ran back, I ran back around the corner
Now all was on my mind was that this n***a was a goner
I looked to my right, who could it be?
It was my n***a Lil Ya he down with U-N-L-V
[Hook]

[Verse 5: Lil Ya]
Well I was headed down Dryades, made a turn on Sixth Street
Dived on Baronne and then a n***a tried to play me
Get out your car because I gotta have your Trues and Vogues
Looked at him stupid then I punched him in his fucking nose
Got in my car, booted up my hoes, had to shine
I made the block and then I'm banging with my fucking nine

[Hook]

[Verse 6: Yella Boy]
I was walking down the street to go and score a bag of weed
When a n***a upped on me and said "Give it up, G"
I ain't giving up nathin', I ain't running out
If you're gonna kill me you better do it now
So had the gat because I'm packing, ain't no motherfucking jacking
There is gonna be a killing cause you're fucking with a villain

[Hook]

[Verse 7: Tec-9]
Now, once upon a time I got into it with a n***a
N***a tried to test my nuts to see if I would pull the trigger
But I'm a fool from the Third, you see
Like a n***a on top scoring a hundred thousand ki's
Want to be the fucking man with the heart of a lion
If you go to the pen you gon' be fucked from behind
We could take it to the streets, we could go, we could scrap
If you wanna take it further, bitch, go and get your gat
I'm from the fucking Third, you should never play me out
Handle that toe to toe, like in a twelve round bout
A whole fucking nation repping cause they got a gun
But I'm a n***a with a heart and I'mma get the job done
[Hook]

[Verse 8: Lil Ya]
If my boys get into it with a n***a, come and get me
I bring the Glock or the two twenty-three
Pop, pop, n***as drop, there ain't no stopping me
I'm booting n***as up and I'm shooting automatically
Lil Ya, my n***a Yella, Tec-9, and D ya see
Keeping the guns toted with U-N-L-V

[Hook]

[Interlude 2: U.N.L.V.):
Don't come on my set with that bullshit
I got my Glock, got it cocked, watch 'em drop
Don't come on my set with that bullshit
I got my Glock, got it cocked, watch 'em drop