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U.p.t - текст песни



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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