โหลดเพลง mp3 U.P.T. - Juvenile

U.P.T. - Juvenile/Big Tymers/Hot Boys
Written by：Hot Boys/Big Tymers/Juvenile
Cash money slangin' nine ni**a
Off top playboy

H B's and the B G's
What's happenin' little B G
Bring it to these niggas
When I got that iron in my hand I'ma sling it
When I got that drama on my mind I'ma bring it
I ain't backin' down from no ni**a that's hatin'
If the ni**a say I ain't 'bout my business
Look here he hatin'
Comin' uptown playboy we gonna sling it
I catch down bad ni**a
We gonna leave ya stainin'
Fkin' wit my H B's ni**a I'ma bring it
Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'
'Cause a ni**a get stolen
Better yet get takin' paper is burn
They come fast and catch shakin'
Picture this my brother cash money
Then went nation
But that comes from seven hard years of dedication
F**kin' with my B G ni**a
I'm puttin on your viece and
I'm a kill me a ni**a
That's believin' worth six niggas
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and
We real with this ni**a

Police can investigate but
They ain't gonna find sh*t
But a 100 bullet shells
Without a f**kin' fingerprint
This hot boy click laid back and spy on niggas
We see them workin' on somethin'
Look here we riders
Ain't like workin' niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no picks to choose it
We getcha if we gotta wig splitcha if we gotta
I know you ain't got word that every
G's is a rider
So keep it on the D L
If you got keys don't serve nobody of V L
'Cause they play keep
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' ni**a
I was slangin' that nine
Nah nah nah
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 with my dog
We get crazy like alcoholics
Plus we ballers so whatever
We spend the Lex or Benz
It's gonna be on twenny twen twens
Get off the block when
We come ni**a to the lane
Shots that close shop
When the bullets start sparyin'
Run your mouth too much better
Watch whatcha sayin'
Like a ni**a on the sidelines ni**a
We ain't playin'
Now why oh why Lord
Did the ni**a wanna try and die Lord
Why why why
Niggaz wanna learn the hard
Way give it to 'em like that
Put that b**ch with a bag

I guess you probably thinkin' there sayin'
Who's the muthaf**ka
Ni**a you's the muthaf**ka that bruise a muthaf**ka
Either there's been a lot of
Cross firin' in the bricks

But I'm gonna kill me ni**a if
They put me in that sh*t
Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if
You want cash money going broke

Even if it means creepin' up slow
But then bye bye
Bustin' 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 camouflage in ballin'
Make a ni**a recognize I'm starvin'
Go in and do a homicide you fallin' stop callin'

'Cause ain't no peace treaties woodie
You better leave that 45 at your house
'Cause you gonna need it woodie
I told you boy I'm a souljah boy
U T P up on my stomach from the nolia boy
Slangin' nine fo sho ni**a
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 one here bouncin' all out ya
Ask my ni**a Prime ni**a

Ask my ni**a Lac ni**a
Ask my ni**a B Dog ni**a ask Manny ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey ask
B G 's ni**a ask Suga Slim

You ain't got no muthaf**kin' heart
Gotta push a knife chillin' the bad guys
Do you hear me
Slicin' throats we doin'
It like that ni**a ah ha ah ha
How you luv that now ni**a

What's up now ni**a
Talk that sh*t now what what's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Ni**a what ni**a who what ni**a ha

I know y'all gonna hear me all over the nation
So this is for the East Coast the South Coast

The West Coast over the world
Ni**a ain't no beef ni**a it's 'bout money
Ni**a if you ain't makin' no money
I can't talk

Shut the f**k

Ni**a ain't got no words for ya

It's all about the fetti