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Intro:
Fuck it nigga I got two choices rap or slang Yeah I choose this rap thing nigga but I don't knock no nigga for they hustle play it how it go nigga (Verse 1) Nigga I cause grief and trouble, funerals trying to come up on six numerals riding high in fly with a game with no rules got a K cooked blues fore these fools slinging coke by the ton, weed by the pound her-on by the bundle, ship it on greyhounds traveling through uptown with dumbness on my mind don't wine cause play it nigga I ain't even tryin you dying beefin with these niggas I cruise with yo head get knocked loose quick it's all on you bitch, choose bitch my life or your life you know only God know who bitch six shot pass me a six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these Hot Boys going take this shit far leave yo block hot like tar, four deep in a black car mask and flames five year's on each ??? like I'm hiding out like I'm the law I bring heat to yo street you paranoid can't eat or sleep can't fuck u sneaking, can't have you ducking got to watch yo back on the grind cause you know the B.G. coming Chorus: repeat 2X I'm silent B.G. and you know me from thuging I'm violent B.G. make my money rap hustling (Verse 2) Me and Baby virgin thigh he beef when we creeping swerving yo Benz every night no rest and no sleeping we hustle serious with this rap like we playing in the playoffs bitch nigga's lagging catch the side line and lay-off we bout that paper lil daddy we bout that drama lil mama ask my nigga's till after the next life living like Big Tymers chillin like villains drinkin like a gas tank before attemptin to check nigga thank you should of thank we tossin these bitches, but ain't flossin our riches buy some t-shit with pictures for my niggas and bitches still wishing they was here but they gone not forgotten but in memory I'm strapped up ridin, you know me nigga bout getting my figga's bigger nigga and to few I'm ignorant I pull the trigger nigga I'm a 9-1-1 hitter nigga oh oh a thuged out wig splitter nigga trying to sparkle in this world like glitter nigga Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead true to my blood no comin between us no matter what nigga Chorus (Verse 3) Coke dealer, dope dealer Juvenile ain't no joke nigga Fuck being broke all the way out got you on scope nigga but I cooled off cause now I'm chillin cause I got this feelin rappin I'm going to make a million so I do my thang represent and keep it street you ain't going to disrespect me cause I will sweep you of your seat I ain't goin to stop that late better yet I'm goin out to get em it's goin to come through I ain't facing in my heart I ain't bullshiting can't no nigg I think with a pen and pad Fade me, Juvi, B.G. 13th that where the fuck I be from the week loose my high real deep chill on the block with a glock glock cocked quit sellin coke Fuck gettin cough, buy the cops but fuck that Strapped with the chopper or get chopped trust that I'm drop or get dropped I bust back Cause I'm stop or get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the chop Bitch nigga you bleed I'm bout cheese You know what I do and that's how I proceed |
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It's an uptown Thang nigga
From the 3 to the 13th As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music that's non-stoppin' P-poppin' for the hoes Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit I represent, real ass niggas fa sho >From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between Bout green can't forget about Josephine Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy! Chorus: Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6 I keep it real for the real So the real could feel what I feel about my grill Them raps, is worth a mil You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit When I say Uptown brings it you experience Commence upon the drama that I present clown I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3 Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T. St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25 That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang Chorus It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G. Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart YOU'Z A HOE So stay on your side of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B. So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17 It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13 So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2 Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang Chorus |
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[Intro (Mannie Fresh + B.G.)]
[M.F.] Wuz up? [B.G.] Wuz happenin' (Wuz happenin') B.G. 'bout to run it [M.F.] B.Geezy in here [B.G.] Ya ever wonder...how they be broke-- ([M] Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful) --and loaded? ([M] Run it to 'em <Run it to 'em>) Put two and two together ([B.G.] Think, nigga) Ya gotta maintain ([M] Ya got to maintain) Ya either gon'...have things ([M] Have things <Have things>), and be sober, or be loaded with nothin' ([M] For sho' <For sho'>) Off top ([M] Run that there <Run that there>) [B.G.] I live rough - I done had enough of doin' bad If I can recall, all my life, I've been on my ass Unlock a bitch, and his wards are the graveyard And in my ward, you can't help but to come apart And all my boys got beef on the fuckin' block And they draw heat from them niggas, plus we duckin' cops I try to clock 'cause that's all I know and slingin' But I got my Glock 'cause ain't no hangin' there if you ain't bangin' Gunshots be ringin', but I bump and bust 'til I let 'em know I ain't no ho, and I ain't 'bout to start bein' no ho I smoke herb tryin' to calm my motherfuckin' nerves But I'm stressed, and so (???)'ll leave ya on the curb I asked a nigga that I know to front a quarter bird But I smoked dope again - he said that's what he heard Now that's jeopardizin', that nigga brains blown away Niggas playa-hatin' - What kinda shit is that to say? Fuckin'-up my pay, better get a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry You better worry if you're dippin' your nose in mine Got these hoes in line, now these niggas gotta get in line I can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times (Hook [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Now, maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober [B.G.] I want it - I'm pickin' your lock, comin' through blastin' Gotta feed the animal - this bitch gots to have it Where I'm from, there's no jive and you must be a survivor Niggas ain't relyin' on no nine-to-fiver Ruckus, beef, the ghetto is all I know Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down - any vest it will go through My hood is tainted-up, it's full of pollution Snortin' was last year - now a motherfucker shootin' Stickin' they arm up, not givin' a fuck Tryin' to jack the armored truck, not givin' a fuck Around my way, it's a residential project We all thuggin', so just look around and see who die next Man, I'm out the Melph - What am I supposed to do? Stand alone, gotta watch these niggas close to you I'm rappin', now I'm makin' money - I can't duck my niggas Get vacated, don't come around to say fuck my niggas (Enough of that) The same niggas that'll drown in that water for me Slow down, and'll spank a nigga daughter for me We still clique - everything you break, you can't fix We caught up in the mix, but V.L. still the shit I represent mine in every motherfuckin' rhyme You can't stop crimes 'cause Uptown is hard times (Hook [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Now, maybe I could still live in a condo if I keep my nose closed I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed [B.G.] That heroin hit my block; opened it like a earthquake Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday Some snortin', and some spikin' it That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it That (???), that shit is still sweet But you gon' get your money's worth in that Saint T. Or on Philip and C., or atop that CP3 But the B.G....workin' on kickin' that D Now, can I...collect my gain? Stack my change? Can I...maintain and do this rap thing? Yo, can I...kick it? [Mannie Fresh] Yes, you can [B.G.] Well, I'm gon' kick it - You bitches understand? I'ma get my n's deep and...buy me a truck Get high, get up instead of walkin' with that duck I'ma let mine hang - let the Desert Eagle sing Let it be known all over, it's a Uptown thang Fulfill my wishes...with my hand on my nine Push that big Expedition and get through hard times, nigga (Hook-3x [B.G.]) I be loaded, thinkin' of Range Rovers Maybe I could get a Range Rover if I stay my ass sober I be loaded, thinkin' of condos Maybe I could get a condo if I keep my nose closed [Mannie Fresh (talking)] Keep your nose closed, ya heard me (ya heard me, ya heard me) Off top (Off top, Off top) |
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