U. P. T lyrics

Artist  : Juvenile 
Song : U. P. T



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 B.g. & (baby)
Cash money slangin nine nigga
(off top playboy)
H.b’s and the b.g.’s
(what’s happing little b.g. bring it to these
niggas)

(b.g.)
When I got that iron in my hand I’m going to
slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I’m going to
bring it
I ain’t backing down from no nigga that’s
hatin
If the nigga say I ain’t 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
f**kin wit my h.b’s nigga I’m 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 come’s from 7 hard years of dedication

(manny fresh)
f**kin wit my b.g. nigga
I’m puttin ? ? ? ? and I’m a ? ? ? ? me
nigga
That’s 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 ain’t gonna
find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a f**king
fingerprint
This hot boy click laid back and ? ? ? ? nigga
We see them working on something look here we
riders
Ain’t like working niggas
Any block with a flussy
That goes for the boss too
We ain’t got no picks to choose it
We get cha if we gotta
Wig split cha if we gotta
I know you ain’t got word that b.g.’s a
rider
So keep it on the d.l
If you got keys don’t serve nobody but off v.l
’cause they play for keeps
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 nigga
I was slangin that nine

(lil wayne)
Na, na, na, na
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 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 bit*h wit a bag

(juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin
Who’s the muthaf**ka
Nigga you’s the muthaf**ka
That ? ? ? ? is a muthaf**ka
Either there’s been a lot of cross-firing in
the bricks
And I’m gonna ? ? ? ? me nigga
If they put me in that shit
Look I’m 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 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 camoufalge, in ballin
Make a nigga recognize, I’m starvin
Go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
Cause ain’t no ? ? ? ? 
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

(b.g. talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
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

(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 ain’t got no muthaf**kin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, ah ha
How you luv that now nigga? 
What’s up now nigga? 
Talk that sh*t now
What, what’s up
I thought we was what kind of boys
Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha

(juvenile talking)
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
Nigga ain’t no beef nigga
It’s bout money
Nigga if you ain’t making no money I can’t
talk

(b.g. talking)
Shut the f**k
Nigga ain’t got no words for ya
It’s all about the fetti