Testo U. p. t Juvenile

U. p. t

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 it
When I got that drama on my mind Im going to bring it
I aint backing down from no nigga thats hatin
If the nigga say I aint bout my buisness look here he hatin

(baby)
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
Fuckin wit my h.bs nigga Im gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin

(b.g.)
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya cant shake it
Picture this my brother cash money done went nation
That comes from 7 hard years of dedication

(manny fresh)
Fuckin wit my b.g. nigga
Im puttin ? ? ? ? and Im a ? ? ? ? me nigga
Thats believing worth six niggas
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)

(b.g.)
Police can investigate but they aint gonna find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This hot boy click laid back and ? ? ? ? nigga
We see them working on something look here we riders
Aint like working niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We aint got no picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
Wig split cha if we gotta
I know you aint got word that b.g.s a rider
So keep it on the d.l
If you got keys dont serve nobody but off v.l
cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell
6 ft. deep
Its 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 nigga
I was slangin that nine

(lil wayne)
Na, na, na, na
Now them them dont want us
They know me and turk dont fuss in the corners
They already know that we brothers, blood
Or whatever you wanna call it
Click up wit my dog we get crazy like alcholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the lex or benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

(turk)
Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much
Better watch what cha sayin
Like a nigga on the sidelines
Nigga wearing ? ? ? ?

(lil wayne)
Na, na, na, na
Now why o why lord
The nigga wanna try and die lord

(turk)
Niggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to em like that
Make em suffer
Put that bitch wit a bag

(juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin
Whos the muthafucka
Nigga yous the muthafucka
That ? ? ? ? is a muthafucka
Either theres been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
And Im gonna ? ? ? ? me nigga
If they put me in that shit
Look Im gonna tell ya like I tell my folks
Play with me if you want but cash money going broke
Even if it means creepin up slow
Busting out shots out my black volvo
Fo sho, cause aint nobody gonna run me
I dont want nobody going to tell my mama when somebody done me
She aint bring me in the world for that
She aint raise no hos
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, Im all in
Surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
Make a nigga recognize, Im starvin
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
Cause aint no ? ? ? ?
You better leave that 45 at your house
Cause you gonna need it woodie
I told you boy
Im a souljah boy
U.t.p up on my stomach from the nolia boy

(b.g. talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
Thats how we layin it down for the 98 all the way to the 99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass niggas better recognize

(juvenile talking)
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga prime nigga
Ask my nigga lac nigga
Ask my nigga b dog nigga
Ask manny
Ask ruckus
Ask my brother corey
Ask b.g.s nigga
Ask suga slimm

(b.g. talking)
You aint got no muthafuckin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, ah ha
How you luv that now nigga?
Whats up now nigga?
Talk that shit now
What, whats up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha

(juvenile talking)
I know yall gonna hear me all over the nation
So this is for the east coast, the south coast, the west coast, over
The world
Nigga aint no beef nigga
Its bout money
Nigga if you aint making no money I cant talk

(b.g. talking)
Shut the fuck
Nigga aint got no words for ya
Its all about the fetti