Round My Way Lyrics - Singles - B.g.

UPT baby, this how we do around my way 

Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle 

But you cant knock the hustle, feel this 

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck 

Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck 

Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper 

I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya 

You heard that I'll drop ya 

I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down 

Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down 

Uptown in '97, it's the place to be 

They packin M-11's nigga and 223 

Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed 

That's how it be goin down around my way 

V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th 

I represent no matter what, respect or check me 

Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you 

I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you 

Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore 

It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo' 

Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein 

Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank 

My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice 

Make me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you 

Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign 

You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9 

Movin up like you got it on yo mind 

Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin 

I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy 

It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G 

And when it come, proper 

I'm louder, popper 

Around my way 

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Nigga, you must be real in the UPT 

You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT 

I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT 

Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT 

My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin 

Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin 

I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps 

I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap 

See my hood straight thugged out 

You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out 

Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out 

On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out 

When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga 

When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep 

You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill 

You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill 

You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers 

Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya 

Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death 

Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest 

Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half 

Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half 

My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop 

Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop 

If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin 

Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin 

If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K 

If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way 

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Nigga, you must be real in the UPT 

You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT 

I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT 

Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT 

Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled 

Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed 

Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies 

Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy 

If you ball then you hated on 

If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on 

Caveman, dats my nigga bitch 

Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click 

Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya 

Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas 

I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul 

I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin house 

He didn't diserve it 

Joe Casey is an old G 

I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street 

Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down 

Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown 

Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street 

From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see 

He down wit me 

My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive 

But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy 

Nigga gon' bring noise like a drummer 

Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer 

Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray 

If not... 

You gon' get bucked down nigga, around my way 

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