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1. _ Order 20 Keys
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2. _ Represent
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3. _ Niggas Don't Understand
Big tymers:
Fa sho...this for my homie k.c.
That just did ten in tha pen
Bout to spit this game for ya fool
Chorus: [b.g. & big tymers]
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(and on the downlow i'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand that he tha man
(and on the downlow i'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
First verse [baby]
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred g's
(how b?)
Movin' these fuckin' kees
(where b?)
Run em' in that u.p.t.
(and who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my b.g.
[b.g.]
You gotta beat em
(that nigga is my lady)
Four golds and i'm out there baby
[baby]
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty g's
(why nigga?)
Orderin' for 20 kees
(street value?)
Two hundred and fifty g's
(and what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred g's
[b.g.]
My people, baby, bout to bring us some heavy snow white
Mama told me i'ma have to go on that all night flight
Fuck breakin' two hundred i'm breakin' q.b's
Ziploc'em up and send em to that u.p.t.
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay
On his porch stairs, nothin' but mail
One hundred g's with ease now that's no big drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' mama
Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, v.l. got my back
Chorus
Second verse: [baby]
Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees
Let vamp run em all in the third ward u.p.t.
K.c. drop this load on my b.g.
(tear da kee)
Bring me back nigga a hundred g's
Nigga get yo shit
(nigga i got my shit)
Ready to cock yo shit?
(i'm ready to pop my shit)
[b.g.]
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to hell, tell em i can follow your map
Tired of flippin' these hustlas, i wanna flip some g's
So what's up wit baby?
(graduated from kees)
We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride lexus with interos, momos or cameros
Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5
(got the kees for 11-5)
Come to the b.g. i might do it for a even 5
Nigga i ball and people don't know it, cuz i don't show it
The only way to find out is if you come and score it
Cuz i don't stop with no hoe or no show
I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow
Chorus
Third verse [manny]:
Never out her, money and the powder
Nigga move the shit from uptown to crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and o.g's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town, know what i mean?
Snowin' like alaska, wanted in nebraska
Bitch tryed to testify i straight blast her
K's and the ammo, modern-day rambo
Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe
Got a mazerati bumpin' like jon gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this shit locked up
Manny fresh the special man a.k.a. big nutts
Chorus
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4. _ Wheel Chairs
[baby]
Too many playa hatin niggas in this world
[the b.g.]
That's why we ride through this world wit da black girl
[baby]
Keep my nina for self protection
[the b.g.]
Just in case a reppin ass nigga wanna start reppin
[baby]
I'm bout money and that's all we wanna see
And if ya creep nigga watch out for the b.g.
Chopper city posse nigga, and we roll deep
4 deep in the black on black caprice
[b.g.]
Slangin is my thang man, i'm out for paper
Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz
My people say it's a shame
They say i hate ya, but i tell 'em it's all in the game
I'm a ducht taper
I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez
I can't be no faker, i play wit my nose
And out your yay, i'll rape ya
But on the downlow, boy i'll playa hate ya
Ain't that cold
If ya got it hide, on the real
Cause me and my niggas ride, and we kill
Causin homicides, that's the deal
I'm bringin what a nigga feel
Caps get peeled
[chorus]2x
[ms. tee]
Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is
[b.g.]
T-shirts wit pictures representin dead peers
9 millimeters, glock, pump
Ride guns, all that start funk
[mannie fresh]
Look out you bitch, you
[b.g.]
Watch out for 2 twos
[mannie]
Automatics, with the static that ya talkin
Stop ya from walkin with the calico, stop ya hoes
>from playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me
Niggas in banged up cars wit battle scars
With shit bags attached to they drawers
Take this time to pause
For the not so lucky
Weak like a sick puppy
Fools that lost they name in the game 'cause they wouldn't up it
Big money, heavy weight, make no mistake
Triple beam wit da lean, the man wit da cake
Shake don't stir my drank, nigga you aint
Gon' get out alive without spendin five on somethin
If ya wanna keep ya heart pumpin
Tha downtown, nino brown dumpin
Cause i done killed mo' niggas than cancer
Lil b.g. won't ya take this timeout to answer
[b.g.]
Nigga, a
[mannie]
Are you faster than a gun?
[b.g.]
Nigga, b
[mannie]
Will i shoot ya if ya run?
[b.g.
Nigga, c
[mannie]
I ain't showin no love
[b.g.]
Nigga, d
[mannie]
All tha motherfuckin above
[chorus]2x
[b.g.]
Nigga thought i was just bout rappin, he disrespect
Now they wonder what the fuck happened, i hit his set
Rippin up da whole block and it ain't no stoppin
When da chopper get ta choppin, you get ta droppin
Niggas dead, niggas hoppin, tryin to get away
But they can't get away from this k, nigga i don't play
V.l. got street sweepers, 9 millies
All us night creepers, actin silly
Dirty 30's, ar-15's
Nose dirty, totin uzi machines
Brother, l.b., donald d., chun chi
Real niggas off valence street
Crazy g, big g., big moe, lil' p.
All them niggas down wit me
L.t., cool billy, cooley
Popeye and my nigga larry
So please, at ease, freeze, get on ya knees
Pussy niggas stuntin like ya got keys
I'll put your face on a fresh t
If the cheese over your head start at 5 g's
'cause i'm the motherfucker keep the coroner to work
Settin examples puttin niggas 6 in the dirt
I put that nigga on that t-shirt that you be wearin
Me and my click do that dirt that them niggas be sayin
They doin, but uptown doin that
Get in the chair, bitch rat, then got hit in the back
Pussy, got rolled on round
I mean rolled on round
[chorus]2x
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5. _ So Much Death
Verse 1
Every day i sit and wonder why i lost my daddy so young
Just reminence think how me and him had so much fun
Teach me man to man things bout the game
Let me know always let em hang be bout my change
Never thought that come closee to home i was wrong
Never that my daddy was going away i was wrong
Him and my momma went through they little stages
Always fight threw em out and made him walk the streets
But it was alright
Cause i knew he would be back tommorrow with the sorrow
She would take the frown away let him stay
All he wanted me to do was to be cool stay in school
But the dude that i hanged with rearranged the whole attitude
When he died i start hustlin' to get paid
I did the opposite i know you turnin' in your grave
When i pray i know you hear me at night
It ain't right but i ain't white
And all i got is the street life
I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise me this way
Don't be mad we'll talk about when i come one day
Untill we meet i'll keep your name on the streets
>from son to dad i love you rest in peace
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
Verse 2
I never understood life and how i got here
I just live and try to learn till it's my time to disappear
And see really where my homies at on the other side
Is there a heaven or a hell or is it all a lie
Make believe i ain't gone belive till i see
Is there really a heaven for a true g'
If it is i know sterling made it, pimp made it,
My daddy made it, they was real but got player hated
Pimp your gone but your spirit ain't my nigga
You remembered as a legend couldn't nobody out rock it
You made that style that these rookies tryin' to imitate
They fake as fake i'm here to put them in they place
The one only pimp one gone stop tryin' to be him
And i got a glock with seventeen for that dog pimp
Ester did hec cause she took kin i'm took her
When you get that he gone stomp you
And when i get there we gone jump you
Otis from the thirteenth bit the dust
It's a must we strap up and retaliate in a rush
Bust flush that beef like shit
Spend that bin just hit and hit till start the click
Sterling lived a soldier died a soldier
Had respect for knockin' heads clean off the shoulder
>from the magnolia
All the players from that u.p.t.
1,2,3 that truth to the game rest in peace
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
Verse 3
Pay attention to this song
Once your gone your gone
It ain't no comin' back once your home your home
Every day i hit the door my momma preachin' to me
Doogie stop runin' the streets son do it for me
She know i'm bout money strictly about ballin'
The life your livin' i hope your daddy ain't callin'
That things i go throught i think restin' is best
I'm chillin' while i'm in flesh but i'll be happy when i rest
I got people to see, people to meet, people to greet
Just peep what the other world got for me
Is it joy like they see or nothing at all
I'm ball till i fall with my back against the wall
Chillin' on the block till the man come get me
Mark fuller is a chillin' spot cause i bringin' blunts with me
Chorus
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
So much death up on the city streets
Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace
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6. _ 187.9 "fm"
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7. _ Ziggly Wiggly - Toilet Paper
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8. _ All On U
Fa sho
I got my gat
So you know what that means
It's a bust back thang, i ain't goin' out like a hoe
When you comin' to get me i got the four four
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
Cuz that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If i live i live, if i die it's cool
Cuz i know for sure when i was here that i was a fool
If you gone drill me come on and drill me
It's all good cuz i got some people to see
While i'm here i'm gettin' full all the time gettin' blunted
My company on the move we bought the benz 500
A.k.'s and glocks, in the back the lexus jeeps
Havin' big baller parties every other week
This is the clique nigga 2-2-6
Black connection nigga again the code is 2-2-6
Droppin' dope hits, takin' a nigga bitch
While you're on that flight, i'm bustin' nuts in your wife
All assault rifles, the weapons that's on my team
S.k's, a.k's, m-1's and car beams
Fulfillin' dreams, goin' to the top nigga
Don't playa hate cuz we'll still hit'cha block nigga
Baby gangsta ain't nothin' nice
A young nigga trigga happy that'll put it in your life
I ain't right, represent uptown to the fullest
Finger on the trigga and i'm ready to pull it
Chorus:
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
What'cha gone do? nigga that's all on u
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
What'cha gone do? nigga that's all on u
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
Uptown on the way, bitch so let us through
Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do?
Downtown get out the way cuz that's all on u
You could, take it how you wanna, bring it how you feel
My niggas is conscienceless and we kill or be killed
Fuck doin' drive-bys man we do a pull up
The nigga on the passenger side automatically die
From several gunshot wounds to the head
On the scene he dead chopper city niggas fled
Won't you listen to ziggy get your car doors bullet proof
It's rainin' choppers so get a bullet proof roof too
You got yay? i don't know it nigga
Nine-six you gettin' nabbed so you best not show it nigga
Cuz that's when you blow it nigga
Your door get kicked in, we want your yay
High powered ak, false move and your face no trace
Beat the case, go to the weight
Make sure it ain't a fake
I want your nameplate, cash, and your versace shoes
If you stingy gettin' plucked nigga that's all on u
Chorus
Street shit is what i'm into
You got it i'm comin' to get you
Don't hesitate nigga or the b.g. gone have to split you
I'm down for whatever i'm a ass with that chopper
If you playin' with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya
No bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil
Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed
Young trill baby gangsta into pimpin' them hoes
But before i trick the hoes my money goes to my nose
And fat opthimals, t-shirts and girbauds
Solja reeboks straight stickin' to the g-code
Uptown is the home of the car-jackers
Robbers, gangsta rappers, headsplitters and kidnappers
Better than seed, is the way i shop for that d
Not the 17th, the real niggas in that 3
Play wit em, hard head niggas they split em
Raw dope they sell it, i get it i can tell it
How it go, back up or get banged nigga
Street smarts the game nigga
Gotta let em hang nigga
Pussy nigga got beef wit the night creepers
Me, brotha and diesel ridin' with them street sweepers
Old nigga wanna slang, without a clique?
He don't wanna share, so we gone ride on that bitch
We bout to turn your block to a war zone
I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home
Cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit
I gave you fair warning so if you hit you hit
Cuz i ain't slackin' when i do what i gotta do
Stop bein' nosey bitch, but that's all on u
Chorus (2x)
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9. _ Doing Bad
B.g. [talking]
Wassup
Ahh.... wassup
Verse 1
Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at
I need a hit nigga
I can't quit nigga
Get in my way and your shit get split nigga
Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers
Got to be realah around all these guerrilas
But it's cool i'm a young thug nigga
Rough like a rug nigga ain't scared to plug nigga
I was turned out at an early age
On v.l. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge
Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage
On that dust ready bust
Plus blunts got a nigga don't give a fuck
I hope you got your vest on
If you don't when the k blast you won't have your chest on
Nigga now you get your rest on
Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone
Motherfucker
(chorus)
What the fuck is it uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the silver packs is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks ? is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is the silver packs? is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 2
All i wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil
(million)
And i'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale
I'm gettin' tired of this all day block shit
Cock glock with this rock after rock shit
Could it be me servin' for twenty,
2-5, 11-5, or the muthafuckin' even 5
And i'm servin' 4 and a half to 28
And i might front it if you come straight it and not late
Try to play me i'm gonna bust your muthafuckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because i ain't fake
But now all i got is the nikel piece now
Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now
I'm on a hunt for some a-k funk
Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk
Over this nigga they got a contract
I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black
Muthafucker
(chorus)
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?
Verse 3
My pockets empty and i'm loaded that just don't match
Two and two together that's why where the fuck i'm at
On my ass tryin' to make a power move
Servin niggaz two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool
I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive
How am i stay high stay shive and get mine
I can't do it so i gotta try to kick the habit
Or that million i want i might not never have it
So i got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose close
Or i'm gonna end up drove with no hoes
It's all about the fuckin' feddy, the mil
The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale
I can not fail to hit the top of the charts
Young with heart i survive off street smarts
Play with me clips slide in the k
Play whit me i'll spin your bin every day
I refuse to lose i paid dues to jump
I'm on a come up i i got the twelth gauge on pump
Busted heads clips thrown my way
Bustin' heads to let you know i don' t play
I'm out to have things i spit rhymes to get down
Hands clap when i get down doing bad uptown
(chorus)
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
What the fuck is it keepin' me uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?
Talking
What the fuck is it
I don't know
Nigga
Don't let that stop you from handling your issues
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10. _ Niggas In Trouble
[mac]
Yeah, yeah, big mac and the b.g.
You can't see me
It's like that in 96 y'all
U.p.t. connect
Keepin' it real
Give em a lil respect
We doin' it just like that
[mac]
Feel the wrath of a solja, the crescent city jesus
I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of babe ruth
We hit em
Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
Got the town locked with underground stock
Around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
I left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But i'm never high cuz a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
Crooked cops started buckin' at us
Made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I grab the tec and started buckin' back
Cuz i'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
[b.g.]
Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back
Plot it out, i put me an extra one in
That's eighteen in tha 9, i'm ready to discharge
That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard
Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front
They get sent when you duck when i hear from the blunt
Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and i'ma toast ya
I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more
You know i bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall
I send death threats, and then i fulfill em
Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but i'ma kill'em
My nine milli is the nigga on side of me
Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me
Try to swallow me under providence memorial park,
I'm too smart to be caught, i'ma snort what i just bought
Take a ride
With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side
I'm so high, and the motto uptown is do or die
Let's make it happen, think of an action
Fuck rappin' i'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'
Pull out the strapin' and start bustin',
Show me you bout buckin' or duckin'
Cuz i'm sendin' 17 slugs i'm a thug
All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged
Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase
You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face
Get out the way on tha double, i bust ya bubble
I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
[mac]
T-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him jonny
I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
I can't believe it, officer friendly, he put a slug in lil' mckinley
I'll be a memory, but i ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the valujet
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet
They should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka i'm a solja
You can't kill me
They said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the mac's assassination, nigga it's like that
[b.g.]
Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'
Cuz the shit that i'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin'
Cuz i ain't half steppin', when i come for the chop
I clock, meal, and rob, black connection is the mob
That i'm married to, tru to life real niggas
Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas
Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard
But i see through you muthafucka i pull ya card
Representin' i war and die for this rap game
It's the only thing i know besides hustlin', so i do my thang
Done crossed the line wit niggas i thugged with
We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit
So give us respect because we comin' direct
Totin' tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
Baby gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
Then blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta
Leavin' lifeless? no, never
I reverse the game in a double, i bubble
To overflow nigga, niggas in trouble
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11. _ Play'n And Laugh'n
[b.g.]
I try to maintain keep my head straight
But my surroundin' niggas want half weight
So what the fuck all i see iz niggas heads peeled
I ain't got to many postive relatives people
Try to tell me right from wrong but man i think
I'm grown i ain't resepctin no nigga cuz my daddy gone
I'm on my own so let me be the b.g. i'm gonna be
Its an possiabilty i might see a key off valence
Street all i want is green in my hand i ain't gonna
Say nothin' because shit doesn't always go as planned
I'm gonna do what i do wit my hustlin cuz i know
Somewhere out here they got a mill i'm gonna get it
I ain't waitin on the bitch to come to me
If that's the case i be waitin til eternity
I'ma struggle and strive drink some wine
Doin bad thas fine i got my hand on my nine
You bests believe i'm goin to get mine
You can take this to the bank nigga i'm gonna die tryin
Chorus: b.g.
Playa can't be played
Playa niggas sittin around waitin on shit to happen
But if ya want somethin do what ya got to do, gee out chea
And make yo shit come through playa
[b.g.]
I gots to get mine i'm out for me
Nobody worryin' bout dis little b.g.
I'm gonna get my hustle on i'm in it to win it
I ain't my own man sittin' round dependin'
I'm the next nigga to take care of me
Thas weak i wouldn't be showin' responsibility
I'm gonna handle my own weight wit my own skills
Make my own mill backed up by the next nigga grill
Build me an hand hand i'm gonna play it right
To choices to rock the mic on my all night flight
One way or another success is in my future
If ya talk stupid playa hatin' im a mute ya
I'm gonna struggle till i make it sustle till i make it
I know i'm gonna make it because i'm tru to the game
No fakin' niggas wonderin why they can't stop dis b.g.
Standin 5'11 weighin 153 from the streets goin full speed
To the stars nigga layin down raw smokin big phat cigars
Nigga i got my hands on my nine i told ya
Take this to the bank nigga i'm gonna die tryin
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[b.g.]
Nigga i'm all bout da paper been a hustler for life
Always lay down and get mine even if i got to hang all night
It's like they got to wait for you, they got to wait for me
If i got to bust in disgust i'm gonna provide for the b.g.
I got this million dollar talent and it's all in my mind
I'm gonna work it overtime, i gots to get mine
I hit the block wit real niggas, block cock wit real niggas
Goin' to the top wit real niggas you get chopped from real niggas
I got skills for double platium i'm an habbit like dat
I pack my gat wit nine put my mac for nine niggas flat on dey back
Sellin crack for nine i'm tryin to make somethin
Shake get a big break i ain't fake
I got two choices rap or slang yay
It's cool because i'm a real nigga all about da mail
Get the scale weigh the yay got eleven for sale
Belive i don't mind dyin' make a million
I'm tryin stuck in the hood nigga out to get mine
Chorus
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12. _ Uptown Thang (wait'n On Your Picture)
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!
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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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13. _ Retaliation
First verse: [juvenile]
Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them
Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, i'm comin' to get ya
You try to frame me without the picture
Shit, i'm obligated, to be a juvenile for life
It don't change robbin' shit in this game
I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest?
Take a flight through that nolia and then see who represent
Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis
Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
Slangin' iron from that josephine through that melphanine
And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless
Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences
Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds
Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers
Got swole and been home and now you back out chea
And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got
Bow!!!!!! laid out in cold blood on the ave.
Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab
Understand this is all he know and it's all he see
Which is why they known to be a juvenile just like me
Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
Down with tec mafia juvenile fa life
Chorus: [ms. tee]
Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha
You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)
Second verse: [b.g.]
Ain't that cold? i heard a nigga, downed my nigga
My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes
I got a hundred rounds plus for my calico
Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass fonky
Full of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey
I'ma go get in my all black fit, when i come just sit
Cuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split
If you die, you die
Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
You done took mine, i'ma take yearn
This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
S.k. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper
Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue
I'm get to split cha, get cha if you in my way
I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay
Today if play i lay with the a.k.
To spray and lay down the snaps i get down
Niggas can't touch what me and bun puttin' down
Now down and pump round and distribute kees
You sleep six feet i tear down the whole street
Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat
Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
I done fucked ya set down nigga hut
Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must
Chorus
Third verse: [bun b]
Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
Shippin' his ass off to hell, still the killas left behind him
Can't find him cuz the nine flatlined him
Now mister, murda master for the lastin'
Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
The blaster the cash money clique'll shoot em up
And me all we had to do was boot em up
He got the buck now who the fuck want it?
I can't see it happen, clips be clappin'
Cappin' you til' you see through bitch go ask b3 too how we do
Cuz me, you to one equals people,
Retaliation also known as the sequel
It's x-rated, cuz the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch
Like i got no fuckin' sense, and i don't so take that
A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back
Click! snapshot, to me your rap's not
That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
In the back got a stable,
That's able to crack a bitch with a conference table
Then choke her wit a jumper cable
A chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted
One time a hoed stunted
We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin'
Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity
Cuz my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city
Retalitation nigga
Chorus
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