Juvenile - U.P.T. (feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers) Lyrics
B.g. & (baby)Cash money slangin nine nigga(off top playboy)H.bs and the b.g.s(whats happing little b.g. bring it to these niggas)(b.g.)When I got that iron in my hand Im going to slang itWhen I got that drama on my mind Im going to bring itI aint backing down from no nigga thats hatinIf the nigga say I aint bout my buisness look here he hatin(baby)Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang itIf I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin*****in wit my h.bs nigga Im gonna bring itRollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin(b.g.)Cause a nigga get stolenBetter yet get takinPaper is burnThey come fast, ya cant shake itPicture this my brother cash money done went nationThat comes from 7 hard years of dedication(manny fresh)*****in wit my b.g. niggaIm puttin ? ? ? ? and Im a ? ? ? ? me niggaThats believing worth six niggasWe call hard hittersWe uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)(b.g.)Police can investigate but they aint gonna find shitBut a 100 bullet shells without a *****ing fingerprintThis hot boy click laid back and ? ? ? ? niggaWe see them working on something look here we ridersAint like working niggasAny block with a flussyThat goes for the boss tooWe aint got no picks to choose itWe get cha if we gottaWig split cha if we gottaI know you aint got word that b.g.s a riderSo keep it on the d.lIf you got keys dont serve nobody but off v.lcause they play for keepsA one way ticket to hizell6 ft. deepIts a filthy dirty rizellOn the u.p.tI was raised in the streetsBut I put it on my mindBy the time I was nineI was pushin niggaI was slangin that nine(lil wayne)Na, na, na, naNow them them dont want usThey know me and turk dont fuss in the cornersThey already know that we brothers, bloodOr whatever you wanna call itClick up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholicsPlus we ballersSo whatever we spin the lex or benzIts gonna be on twenny, twen, twens(turk)Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)To the laneShots that close shop when the bullets start sparyingRun your mouth too muchBetter watch what cha sayinLike a nigga on the sidelinesNigga wearing ? ? ? ?(lil wayne)Na, na, na, naNow why o why lordThe nigga wanna try and die lord(turk)Niggaz wanna learn hard wayGive it to em like thatMake em sufferPut that ***** wit a bag(juvenile)I guess you probably standin there sayinWhos the mutha*****aNigga yous the mutha*****aThat ? ? ? ? is a mutha*****aEither theres been a lot of cross-firing in the bricksAnd Im gonna ? ? ? ? me niggaIf they put me in that shitLook Im gonna tell ya like I tell my folksPlay with me if you want but cash money going brokeEven if it means creepin up slowBusting out shots out my black volvoFo sho, cause aint nobody gonna run meI dont want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done meShe aint bring me in the world for thatShe aint raise no hosShe could have had a girl for thatI been realized, Im all inSurrounded by the camoufalge, in ballinMake a nigga recognize, Im starvinGo in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callinCause aint no ? ? ? ?You better leave that 45 at your houseCause you gonna need it woodieI told you boyIm a souljah boyU.t.p up on my stomach from the nolia boy(b.g. talking)Slangin nineFo sho niggaThats how we layin it down for the 98 all the way to the 99WorldwideSlangin nineAll you bus pass niggas better recognize(juvenile talking)This on here bouncin all out ya heard meAsk my nigga prime niggaAsk my nigga lac niggaAsk my nigga b dog niggaAsk mannyAsk ruckusAsk my brother coreyAsk b.g.s niggaAsk suga slimm(b.g. talking)You aint got no mutha*****in heartGot the butcha knife chillinSlicing throats we doin it like that niggaAh ha, ah haHow you luv that now nigga?Whats up now nigga?Talk that shit nowWhat, whats upI thought we was what kind of boysNigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha(juvenile talking)I know yall gonna hear me all over the nationSo this is for the east coast, the south coast, the west coast, overThe worldNigga aint no beef niggaIts bout moneyNigga if you aint making no money I cant talk(b.g. talking)Shut the *****Nigga aint got no words for yaIts all about the fetti
