U.p.t
B.G. & (Baby) Cash Money slangin nine nigga (Off top playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas)
(B.G.) When I got that iron in my hand I'm going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind I'm going to bring it I ain't backing down from no nigga that's hatin If the nigga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin
(Baby) Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'
(B.G.) Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast and catch shakin Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come's from 7 hard years of dedication
(Manny Fresh) Fuckin wit my B.G. nigga I'm puttin ???? and I'm a ???? me nigga That's believing worth six niggas We call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)
(B.G.) Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and ???? nigga We see them working on something look here we riders 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 Wig split cha if we gotta I know you ain't got word that every g's is a rider So keep it on the D.L If you got keys don't serve nobody but off V.L 'Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell 6 ft. 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 pushin nigga I was slangin that nine
(Lil Wayne) 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 wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spend the ???? ????? And we gone on twenny, twen, twens
(Turk) Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much Better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sidelines Nigga wearing ????
(Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord
(Turk) Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to 'em like that Make 'em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag
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