U.p.t Lyrics - Big Tymers

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) 

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 

Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it 

If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin 

Fuckin wit my H.B's nigga I'm gonna bring it 

Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin' 

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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 

Fuckin 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) 

Photos 

Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find shit 

But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint 

This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas 

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 

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 

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 sideline, nigga we ain't playin 

Na, Na, Na, Na 

Now why O why Lord 

The nigga wanna try and die Lord 

Niggaz wanna learn hard way 

Give it to 'em like that 

Make 'em suffer 

Put that bitch wit a bag 

I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthafucka?" 

Nigga Juv's the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka 

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 peace treaties wodie 

You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie 

I told you boy, I'm a souljah boy 

U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy 

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 

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 

You ain't 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? 

What's up now nigga? 

Talk that shit now 

What, What's up 

I thought we was what kind of boys 

Nigga what, nigga who what, nigga ha 

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 ain't no beef nigga 

It's bout money 

Nigga if you ain't making no money I can't talk 

Shut the fuck 

Nigga ain't got no words for ya 

It's all about the fetti