U.P.T. (ft. Hot Boys and Big T
Juvenile
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Now that I got the iron in my hand I'mma slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I'mma bring it
I ain't backin' down from no nigga that's hatin'
If a nigga say I ain't bout my business, nigga he hatin'
Comin' Uptown playboy we gon' slang it
I catch you down bad nigga we gon' leave you stankin'
Nigga with my HB's nigga I'mma bring it
Rollin' Uptown stay strapped and keep thinkin'
Cause a nigga get stolen, better yet get taken
Cable is burned they come fast you can't shake it
Bitch yeah that's my brother, Cash Money done went nation
But that come from seven hard years of dedication
Nigga with my B.G. nigga
I'm puttin' it on your face and I'mma bust me a nigga
Best believe we worth six figures and we call hard hitters
We Uptown riders and we real with this nigga
Police could investigate but they ain't gon' find shit
But a hundred bullet shells without a fuckin' fingerprint
This Hot Boy clique laid back and spy on shit
We see they workin' with somethin' look we ride on shit
Ain't like rookies nigga any block we'll lose it
That go for the boss too we ain't got no picks and chooses
We'll get you if you got it, we'll split you if we gotta
I know you done got word that B.Geezy is a rider
So keep it on the DL
If you got ki's don't serve nobody off VL
Cause they play for keeps, a one way ticket to hizzell
Six feet deep it's a filthy dirty wizzirl
In the UPT I was raised in the streets
Brought up with it on my mind
By the time I was nine nigga I was slangin' that iron
Now them them them don't want us
They know me and Turk known for spinnin' corners
They already know we brothers, Bloods or whatever you wanna call it
Clique up with my dog we get crazy like alcoholics
Plus we ballin' so whatever we spin the bend in
Lex-a-van's is gon' be on twenty-twen-twen-twen-twen
Get off the block when we comin' thuggin' the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sprayin'
Run your mouth too much, better watch what you sayin'
Like a nigga on the sideline nigga who ain't playin'
Now why oh why Lord
If a nigga wanna try he'll die hard
Nigga bye bye bye
Niggas will learn the hard way give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer you should say as you give the bitch a bat
I guess you probably standin' there sayin'
Who's the motherfucker, who's the motherfucker, lose the motherfucker
Lately there been a lot of cross throwin' in the bricks
But I'mma bust me a nigga if they put me in that shit
Look, I'mma tell you like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want, Cash Money goin' broke
Even if it means creepin' up slow
Bust-bust-bustin' out shots out my black Volvo
Fo' sho' ain't nobody gonna run me
I don't want nobody goin' to tell my mama when somebody done me
She ain't bring me in the world for that
She ain't raised no son, we coulda had a girl for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, and ballin'
Nigga nigga recognize, I'm starvin'
The winner do a homicide, you fallin' stop callin'
Cause ain't no peace treaty, wodie
You better not leave that forty-five at
Your house cause you gonna need it wodie
I told you boy, I'mma soldier boy
UTP up on my stomach from the 'Nolia boy, slangin' iron
Fo' sho' nigga, that's how we land in town
For the nine-eight all the way to the ninety-nine
Worldwide, we slangin' iron
All you busta ass niggas better recognize
This one here bezzeled out, you heard me?
Ask my nigga Pryme nigga
Ask my nigga Black nigga
Ask my nigga D-Dawg nigga
Ask Mannie, ask Rusty
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.Geezy nigga
Ask Suga Slim
Bezzled out motherfucker
Got the butcher knife in the back, you heard me?
Taliban rules we doin' it like that nigga
Uh-huh, uh-huh how you love that nigga?
Bezzled out bitch ass nigga
What's up now nigga? Talk that shit now
What's up I thought we was kinda boys?
Nigga what nigga what nigga huh?
I know y'all gon' hear me all over the nation
So this for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast
Over the world
Nigga it ain't no beef nigga, it's bout money
Nigga if you ain't makin' no money, I can't talk
Shut the fuck up
Nigga ain't got no words for you
It's all about the fetti