U.P.T.

Lyrics

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)
 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
 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'
 Cause a nigga get stolen
 Better yet get takin
 Paper is burn
 They come fast, ya cant shake it
 Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
 That come's from 7 hard years of dedication
 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)
 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 spy on niggas
 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 B.G.'s 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
 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 spin the Lex or Benz
 Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens
 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 sideline, nigga we ain't playin
 Na, Na, Na, Na
 Now why O why Lord
 The nigga wanna try and die Lord
 Niggaz wanna learn hard way
 Give it to 'em like that
 Make 'em suffer
 Put that bitch wit a bag
 I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?"
 Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka
 Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
 And I'm gonna?? me nigga
 If they put me in that shit
 Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
 Play with me if you want but Cash Money going broke
 Even if it means creepin up slow
 Busting out shots out my black Volvo
 Fo sho, '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 ho's
 She could have had a girl for that
 I been realized, I'm all in
 Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
 Make a nigga recognize, I'm starvin
 Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
 Cause ain't no peace treaties wodie
 You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie
 I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy
 U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy
 Slangin nine
 Fo sho nigga
 That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
 Worldwide
 Slangin nine
 All you bus pass niggas better recognize
 This on here bouncin all out ya 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 B.G.'s nigga
 Ask Suga Slimm
 You ain't got no muthafuckin heart
 Got the butcha knife chillin
 Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
 Ah ha, Ah ha
 How You Luv That now nigga?
 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 yall 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 bout money
 Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk
 Shut the fuck
 Nigga ain't got no words for ya
 It's all about the fetti

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Duration
04:17
Key
5
Tempo
174 BPM

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