[Jamaican: Talkin]
Original dan-da-da mi say boy, uh boy (it aint over yet)

Original dan-da-da mi say boy

[Tec-9: talkin]

(All right yall, all right yall)
Return of UNLV ^!$$% (all right yall), Trend Setters (all right yall)
Get at me, (all right yall) what (All right yall)

Trend setter fa ya $$#

[Jamaican]

Lil Ya run the beat now boy one time

{Verse 1: Lil Ya}

Peep it, It aint over ya'll I got some %#@! on my chest
These ^!$$%z bitin our beats givin me reasons to flex
You know they know, when we catch em we gon rag em

Tie them clowns up 3rd ward style, commits to drag 'em
Through the $#&@in river, %#@! is realer than it ever been
Them sucka's playin knowin how the "U" spin the bin

And when I'm mad aint no tellin what Lil Ya do
Run in yo crib, kill yo kids and ya Mama too
Then find you and make you pay fa what you done to my dog

30, 30 gettin dirty ready to take ya wig off
I $#&@ with Marlbaro to try to keep my self stable
Loadin guns at the brown table

Now I'm able, capable to take another one out
Loose lips, sank ships shouldnt of been runnin ya mouth
now I'ma ride out after I kill and destroy

This is revenge fa my lil ^!$$%...

[Tec-9]

Bad $$# Yella Boy

[Hook x2]

[Tec-9]
Now you could copy all ya wanna, you could even try to sing it
But none of yall ^!$$%z can bring it like we bring it

[Lil Ya]
This aint no remake horsenapper we the real MCcoys
This is revenge fa my lil ^!$$%...

[Tec-9]
Bad $$# Yella Boy


[Verse 2: Tec-9]
Clique tight with my group and I'm lettin them guns rang
Matched up, dressed in black and I'm throwin them thangs

Kept it low and on the tuck for about 4 years
But now you ^!$$%z gotta pay there's, no more tears
Now a rumor done got out that UNLV's comin again

Motha $#&@a that means that nobody sells tapes again
Took a blow to the group, but we troops: We never die
I told ya'll motha $#&@ers time after time

We Uptown ^!$$%z Livin Violent, violent
Now I'ma ride for the sake of just ridin
The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and now they hidin

Revenge fa what ya'll did to one of my friends
I got my money right so we could go to war, spin the bin
All that yappin but I'll get loaded again

Dont make me shoot a bag and go to cave ya (*##$es chest in
Now I'ma ride after I kill and destroy
This is revenge fa my lil ^!$$% Bad $$# Yella Boy

Call shots like yall get blood clots, dont try ^!$$%

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3: Lil Ya & Tec-9]
[Ya]

We come to drag 'em once again spin the bin with the 4-10
Leavin a note around his neck that reads:


[Tec]
Yella revenge


[Ya]
I caught him slippin at the liquor store
@@#! the four, kick the door, he scream like a hoe
"Ya dont shoot me no more" (fa sho)


[Tec]
You betta be lookin for some bullet proof head gear
$#&@ the dumb %#@! I'm takin dome shots this year
Knock ya down like they did the St. Thomas
Leave (*##$es in shock and ^!$$%z next to comas


[Ya]
Look, I wait behind the mailbox, my disquise is smooth
Fitted like a business man rockin Timberland boots
Smokin the Gru that I told ya put the evil on my mind

While I wait to buck this ^!$$% with this nine, so stop cryin

[Tec]
Which one of you motha $#&@ers got the nuts to run up on us?
Get sliced up by us, when I get to use the Mac ninety

Get real grimey, skedatle to the West where you cant find me
I can mother $#&@er do a 90

[Ya]
I got these ^!$$%z hostage, this bitin gotta stop (*##$
Everything we make you (*##$es jockin tryna copy it


[Tec]
Ride on out, I dont want no mother $#&@in dap
Now who killed my boy Yella aka Fella?
Hard head rapper crushin ya bone

[Ya]

I be eager to kill a ^!$$% dump his body in the river
On the realla boy I'ma familiar Guerrilla

[Tec]
Ya'll know I'm steady thuggin
Huffin and puffin you ^!$$%z buggin
The Hood Mac and Flexis hit the block and start the bustin

[3 Gun Shots]

[Hook x2]

[Lil Ya Talkin]
Jeah, jeah UNLV ^!$$%, Trend Setters
Representin fa life

We do our thing ^!$$%, we brang it
Jeah my ^!$$% Sinista fiyah $$# ^!$$% on the trizzack
Ya Hoooorrdd Me?
Uh huh, and um, and um
Rest In Peace Yella, jeah