U.P.T.

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Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) HB's and The BG's (What's happing little BG bring it to these niggas) When I got that iron in my hand I'ma slang it When I got that drama on my mind I'ma bring it I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hating If the nigga say I ain't about my buisness look here he hating Coming uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave you staining Fucking with my HB's nigga I'ma bring it Rolling uptown stay strap and keep thinking 'Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get taking Paper is burn They come fast, you cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come's from seven hard years of dedication Fucking with my BG nigga I'm putting on your face and I'm a kill me a nigga That's believing worth six niggas We call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga, nigga) Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders nigga Ain't like working niggas Any block with a flussy That goes for the boss too We ain't got no picks to choose it We get cha if we gotta We split cha if we gotta I know you ain't got word that BG's a rider So keep it on the DL If you got keys don't serve nobody but off VL 'Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell, six fit deep It's a filthy dirty rizell, on the U.P.T I was raised in the streets, but I put it on my mind By the time I was nine, I was pushing nigga I was slanging that nine Na, na, na, na Now them them don't want us They know me and Turk don't fuss in the corners They already know that we brothers Blood or whatever you wanna call it Click up with my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we baller's So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen-twens Get off the block when we come nigga (come nigga) to the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what you're saying Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain't playing Na, na, na, na Now why o why lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord Bad, bad, bad Niggas wanna learn hard way Give it to them like that Make them suffer Put that bitch with a bag I guess you probably standing there saying Who's the motherfucker? Nigga Juv's the motherfucker, thats a bruise a motherfucker Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks And I'm gonna kill me a nigga If they put me in that shit Look I'm gonna tell you like I tell my folks Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke Even if it means creeping up slow Busting out shots out my black Volvo For show, 'cause ain't nobody gonna run me I don't want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me She ain't bring me in the world for that She ain't raise no hoe's She could have had a girl for that I been realized, I'm all in Surrounded by the camoufalge, in balling Make a nigga recognize, I'm starving Go in and do a homicide, you falling, stop calling 'Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie You better leave that forty-five at your house 'Cause you gonna need it woodie I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy Slangin nine For sure nigga That's how we laying it down for the '98 all the way to the '99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize This on here bouncing all out your heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask BG's nigga Ask Suga Slimm You ain't got no motherfucking heart Got the butcher knife killing in the back, you heard me? Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, ah ha How you love that now nigga? Talk shit now bitch What's up now nigga? Talk that shit now What, What's up I thought we was what kind of boys Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha I know y'all gonna hear me all over the nation So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world Nigga ain't no beef nigga It's about money Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk Shut the fuck Nigga ain't got no words for you It's all about the fetti