It's All O

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

B.g.:
Choppers with drums
Nigga thats how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where i'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city of niggas bout gettin funky wit' me
Keep they fingers on triggers
Let's roll wit' a pistol i get out of control
It's your family i put on rows, front row
I'ma 223 grabber
Bust or block hitter
Project kidnapper
Rookie nigga wig splitter
Make copies for the rapture
It's all on u nigga
Oh, i'm comin for the capture
What you wan' do nigga
Mystikals who i'm after
Grab yo' steel and shoot
I'ma kill ??? rapper
Lil wayne, he bout it too
I'ma snatch if you got it
Told ya before ta' hide it
Told ya if you hide it
It's a must that i find it
Ride or die bitch
Chop or get chopped hoe
B.g. split or get split
Play tha game how it go
Shootin tha drop somethin'
Glock or pop somethin'
Ak wit' fifty shots
I tote it too stop somethin'
Make it happen you's the punk
I'll put you in the trunk
??? ???? you dunk nigga i bring funk

(chorus)2x
Lil wayne: lets get funky wit' these niggas
B.g.: grab the triggas and blast
Lil wayne: lets get filthy wit' these niggas
B.g.: take they figures and dash
Lil wayne: lets get serious with these niggas
B.g.: grab the k's and bust, it's ten for one trust
Lil wayne: retaliation must

Lil wayne:
Ah ah
Don't run yo' mouth enough for you to get back in me
My gun clap ?? start spinnin' and take many
Plenty of slugs hit you
Can you picture a young rapper
Fourteen ?? black master million dollar flapper
Watch me set it off wit' my sawed off jumpin
As i be when i be pumpin
Frontin' gets you nothin'
Runtin' catch a slug from the m-what'n
You ain't bout natin'
Playa hater leave you bloody
It's money and rearer
Can't see clearly
But ya' still hear me
Four steps comin' quickly
Can you feel me
Better kill me before you get done in
It's real dog
But i got that red mark so when you come in
Slugs somethin', seventeen up in the clip
I keeps extra highly tips for the crum rip
Should of chop-chop stop yo' whole block
Let's get funky, you want me, i thinks not
So much black clothing ???? you black-out
All the lights go out
That's when all yo fight come out
Bloody streaks to the upt where you lays on
I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone
The things you lay on
I can't even pay on
You got it, better hide it
If you wanna keep it safe on
I rome to the top
That's my spot, my place
Jumpin' out a suitcase
Slugs chase to yo' face, ah

(chorus)2x

Lil' wayne:
Ah, ah, ah, ha
Now as i re-enter this scent and get into you
These three dots, i plot and spot, then i shoot
I keep a chopper under the medium hilfiger
I throw back punks, comin' out trunks to kill niggas
I spill niggas, on the real nigga i gets dirty
??? ??? area ???? ???? dirty
I know you heard me
But you lied tonight
But you can't hide
It's written all over yo' face you easy to find
Niggas front, scars all over they chest be starting to shine
Like that presidential rolex reflex a million nine
Gimme 'dat, all 'dat, and all black, that's my atire
A tru rider, gettin' higher off uptown fire
Remember me, tha little g never died
Took one to the chest but the little g never died

B.g.
I'ma certified killer, million dollar nigger
Any kind of gun trigger, clicker, playa hater nigga flipper
Tangerie and juice sipper, disrespectin bitch flipper
I'm bout drama off the top
You know that's on the foreal-a
I get's loaded low down by a monkey
So call me donkey
Nigga think lame
He would want to know i gets funky
Beef kicked in a night parade
Uptown was deep
Nothin' ?? ?? bookoom be standin' on feet
Now you know i run with ignorant niggas
All of 'em wild
Thousand of people out
Fuck that sprayin' the crowd
Ain't no time for doin' backin down
From trigga play
Gotta closet of k's
Ready to do it anyday
Write grant after tenth
Black grant i was tenths
That's for al and lil' duga'
Four deep in each in spinnin' ??
So twerk it up
Handle yo' business
Shoot or get shot
I hit blocks wit' glocks
Nigga, get or get got
In school i was a fool a young funky
But on the streets i used 2's
Nigga, i gets funky

(chorus)2x

(lil' wayne & b.g. talk to end)

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

[mannie]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Run it like this

[verse one]
I don't sweat no bitches, i only issue dick
I only dick in the splits, i never have been a trick
I label hoes as hoes, you can't be my boo
Bitch, i be home too, so how the fuck i'ma do for you
Alize and tanquerae had my dick ready
The jelly heavy, greasy
Cause when it's tight it tease me
Cause i nut easy, bitch please me and suck
Ya wanna be greedy, so catch my fuckin nut
Hoes wanna be my ol lady, have my baby
Bitch ya must be crazy, tryin to glaze me
Wanna rep, lets see ya play me
Ya get left under daisies ho, if ya tryin to fade me
My old ho, i had to ex the bitch, she got grazed
When a nigga sprayed, so get on ya way, good day
I aint no good, i'ma dog anyway that's bout pimpin and livin
Gots too much game to be slippin
No trickin, just dickin, pussy, i gots to have it
But before i get money, i supply my fuckin habit
B.g. jockin? never, bitch you cant handle
Have fakes and they done, the bitch gets ass broke
That's how it is, all my hoes get bounced
I knock the pussy out, then i shoot straight for the mouth
It's no doubt, i gets dirty, say bitch, how you figga?
Call me a real ass, dog ass, dick servin nigga

[chorus]2x
I don't give a fuck about a ho, cause da bitch ain't shit
A ho 'gon be a ho, a bitch 'gon be a bitch
Stay above da ho, don't love da ho
If ya a thug, when it's over, you'll shove da ho

[verse two]
Nigga kill dat conversation bout yo ho you say i fucked
She tryin to duck
But i fucked and nigga what
You trippin on my set and you disrespectin
Nigga better steppin fo' i leave dat ass wet and
You upsettin my fuckin nerve, i relent, that chopper leave you wet and
Knock yo shit loose in a second
Pussy protectin, i fuck baby mamas in this section
Concert reckin, bill board chartin wit black connection
In affect and chopper totin, put ya coke in
Them niggas from china bringin it in on a boat and
I snort that dopeman, but i ain't broke man, i thought you knew that
I dress in black, who dat, gon' do dat
Knock yo crew flat off the top, i get high and shoot back
Knock yo crew flat off the top, don't know why i do that
Tryin to get my loot fat, then i take it to the street
Interrupt my paper chasin then i'll take ya to the street
Ain't no fakin, nigga i'm erasin playa hatin
Rapin ya for ya life
Tryin to earn og stripes
You hoes know you be feelin me
Trill nigga, real as can be
Yo ??? get spilled nigga
Cash money records representin to tha finish
Beef we winnin, cause we stay spinnin a binn and
No laughin no grinnin, no he-he, no bullshittin
Respect my mind, i'll put ya life to a endin
I don't like these messages through these hoes you be sendin
Approach me bitch, we both supposed to be men and
I got the mac-10 and the mac-9 and nigga try me
Drama to cash money, hot boyz, that's a hobby

[chorus]

[verse three]
I ain't lovin no mans daughter, i fuck a ho and ride
I stay high til i die, i lay dat pipe down then bye
You could try to get some snaps, but it ain't no haps
I fuck white, black, hispanic and japs
My dick is made of iron, once it's rock, it's on
Hit a bag of that bomb, break ya off then bring ya home
Bg and l.t. be teamin up and trainin
I toss a ho, he toss a ho, cash money, weed, and drainin
Stay in line ho, get ya mind right bitch
Keep ya mouth shut, get smart, nigga off in ya shit
That's how real niggaz play it
All these rookies can't take it
Ya'll outdated, cmb can't be faded
Take it how ya wanna, bring it how ya feel
Hardest hot comin, ho i represent the real
Bat a bitch up, smack a bitch up
Get buck, try to rush me, i'll back a bitch up
Serve coke by the pound, b.g. get down
V.l. locked up, he'll touch down
My motherfuckin round
Uptown is where i'm from, v.l. is where we be
A.k.s is what we pack, the title is b.g.
Head bussin niggas, examples we settin
All these fake niggas threatin
Lettin these hoes disrespect 'em
But i'm checkin 'em

[spoken: b.g.]
Fuck these bitches
Dick suckin hoes
These hoes aint dishin nothin but some good mouth
Off top...
These bow-lows, ho
Droppin these bow-lows in these hoes mouth

[mannie]
What, what
What, what
What, what
Yeah

[the b.g.]
Some of these niggas is bitches too

[mannie]
Don't love ya
Don't need ya
So why the fuck would i feed ya?

[the b.g.]
What's up?
My nigga k.c. got 10 year for doggin these hoes
76, william b. in this motherfucker

[mannie]
Bet it, man
Understand, bet it, man

Verse 1: (b.g.)
Money makin' is my thing
A mill is what i'm tryin' to reach
Good shit to my peeps is what the fuck i preach
Baby gangsta is my title
Al kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster niggas..... startin' at five g's
Oh, i'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me
When you see the b.g.
I run wit' all real niggas
Valence and magnolias
It list nothing but trill niggas
And we get ill, tryin' pay the bills, nigga
Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga
For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga
Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How u feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase
Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
I tote that k 'for my pockets to be nice and fat
Picture a nigger from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, i bring heat backed up by b.g.
Young niggas gettin busy
Totin' k's like it ain't nothin'
Uptown niggas buckin' like it ain't nothin'
Baby given coke to the young soldiers
I told ya we takin' over
Knockin' heads off shoulders
Think you boulder 'cause you older, but i'm colder
With the trigger i'll run all over ya'
Niggas talkin' yat and stuff
Wan' be rough, but i'ma see if you can back it up
Wan' be tough
Let's take to a triller level
Let's get iller like a guerilla
On the killer level
Just fuck wit' me that's all i'm wishin'
I'ma dust ya'
Because i know you're softer than whoopie cushion
I be dishin' clips in and out like a ??? cat
Come from the back in black
Ready t-t-to attack-tack
I'll leave 'ya flat, nigga

(chorus)
1,2,3
3,2,1
Cashmoney niggas got the biggest guns
It's like the hip to the hop
The glock to the hip
You best rush home
'for you get bust on....skip

Verse 2: (turk)
I'm tryin' to be cool in this game
This shits nothin' nice
Play wit' niggas 'dese days
They'll leave yo' body cold as ice
But i say fuck 'em all
My ball never fall
Five feet eight inches tall
My back against the wall
All i do is fuck hoes
I got dreams to make a mill
Like them niggas in the nolia
The hustlin' skills pays my bills
But still keep my hand on my glock just in case
Niggas try'na plot seventeen shots gonna stop
The many tracks and that's a fact
Leavin' niggas on they back
Bitches play goin' get smacked
Espicially if i don't disrespect you
And you disrespect me
I'ma have to show 'ya
That i'm out that fuckin' m-a-g(magnolia)
I'm keepin' it real wit' my click, 226
Smoke weed, hit p, get a lil' dizzy
Take sips off daquiries
Ridin' five-hundreds benz across town
Me, duga, and b gettin to' down
Actin' wild, three young niggers
Don't mind pullin' the fuckin trigger

Baby:that's the return of the trill as niggers

Verse 3: (bullet)
Livin' uptown you got's to flight
Get down and take it like
High school ?????
And i'll be finish over night
28 grams and it's on
The make me four g's strong
Young ballers stay shop
???? and ???
Hoes on my bones
I bust a nut and i quit
Lil' ?? be my click
Back to this gangsta shit
I'm movin' six tryin' to get rich
Do my third to bricks
Now where i lay my head at
Small baller beleive that
That's why i get paid at
Off some silver ??
Dressed in black
Wit' two gats a glock and mac
You got's to play it like that
??? ?? and 'dem sacs
Snatchin' grounds or get jacked
Now grab that thing and bust back
I got some killers on my team out that s.t.p.
Dugie, nautice, goldface, and j.b.
?? broke out a house ???????
??? ????? s-t tryna' get my nose dirty

(chorus)2x

(manny and baby talk till end)