Uptown 4 Life Lyrics - Unlv

[Lil Ya] 

MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!! 

[Yella] 

Damn nigga! 

[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9] 

Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun 

(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) 

Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun, 

It's plain to see, you can't change me I'm a Uptown nigga for life! (2X) 

[1st Verse-Tec-9] 

Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless 

Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists 

Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, I despise 

As I shoot ya down look me in my eyes, 

AND YOU WILL KNOW, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger 

BECAUSE YOU KNOW, that I'm the one who pulled the trigger 

BLOODY BODIES 226 hit nigga 

BLOODY BODIES I'm wettin' up your Hilfiger 

Step aside nigga Uptown is on the way 

>From the Mac Melph Calio all strapped with K's 

Catch a muthafucka sleep and I'll wet ya down 

When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown 

Suckas fakin' it 'cause a nigga from the U be makin' it 

You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb, 

You can call me the 9-7 Deion 

This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped 

Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped 

Back to Bustaland, 

I know you see the semi-automatic that I'm holdin' in my right hand 

I got a closet full of T-shirts with homies on em 

Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one 

I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama 

Protect the cocaine, protect my Mama 

Fuck chasin', I'm waitin' patient in your daughter 

You underestimated me, but I'm rock hard 

The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain 

(WHY TEC????) 

'cause I'm an Uptown nigga for life! 

[Chorus] 

[2nd Verse-Lil Ya] 

Nigga I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown 

I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl 

And I can't stop, because it's my way of survivin' 

Doin' what I gotta do to make a fuckin' living 

I'm doin' my own thing 

Born to let my nuts hang 

I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang 

I hit the set BET CHECK I'M IN EFFECT! 

And if ya fall short, BITCH YA BODY I GOTS TO WET! 

I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit 

I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart 

Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark 

Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch 

They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I never miss 

Shit,I represent, that U.P.T. 

I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence street 

Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's 

And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me 

My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty 

Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy 

Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and Nico 

I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though 

Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil' Tyron 

Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Byron 

Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people Snake 

Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch! 

[Chorus] 

[3rd Verse-Yella] 

I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with Niggas 

And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin' 

The Southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle 

Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' Urkel 

It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees 

It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's 

Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83 

On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be 

Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as Roger 

I bucks Roger's, pourin' hits like the Dodgers 

I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival 

Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle 

I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life 

I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS 

'cause I'll come through, and I'ma leave you haters on the flats 

And you'd wish me, that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz 

We live by the trig, we die by the trig 

Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move 

I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop 

And I was taught to make your heart stop, body drop 

Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block 

And that's why you got served, nigga you must learn 

You fall short, the desert Eagle's gonna make you burn 

The shit is real, now do you feel me? 

'cause if you don't your bodies gonna get tied 

For a long ride, 

In my trunk, I wonder, if Harriet Tubman had the chance 

Would she have learned to do the Eddie Bauer dance? 

Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her? 

Sellin' quarters 

Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus 

I woulda did more than fuss 

I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6 

Black Connection you bitch you 

[Chorus] (2X) 

[Lil Ya] 

SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!