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JUVENILE lyrics : "U.P.T."

(feat. Hot Boys, Big Tymers)

[B.G. (Baby)]

Cash Money slangin nine ^!$$%
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s

(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these ^!$$%s)


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 ^!$$% that's hatin

If the ^!$$% say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin


Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down ^!$$% bad we gonna leave ya stainin
$#&@in wit my H.B's ^!$$% I'm gonna bring it

Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'


Cause a ^!$$% 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

$#&@in with B.G. ^!$$%

I'm puttin on your viece and I'm a kill me a ^!$$%
That's believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this ^!$$% (^!$$%)

Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find %#@!

But a 100 bullet shells without a $#&@ing fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on ^!$$%s
We see them working on something look here we riders

Ain't like working ^!$$%s
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 ^!$$%

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

Get off the block when we come ^!$$% (^!$$%)

To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin

Like a ^!$$% on the sideline, ^!$$% we ain't playin

[Lil Wayne]
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord

The ^!$$% wanna try and die Lord

^!$$%z wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that

Make 'em suffer
Put that (*##$ wit a bag

I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the mutha$#&@a?"

^!$$% Juv's the mutha$#&@a, thata bruise a mutha$#&@a
Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
And I'm gonna kill me a ^!$$%
If they put me in that %#@!
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 ^!$$% 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

[B.G.: Talking]
Slangin nine
Fo sho ^!$$%

That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Slangin nine
All you bus pass ^!$$%s better recognize

[Juvenile: Talking]
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me

Ask my ^!$$% Prime ^!$$%
Ask my ^!$$% Lac ^!$$%
Ask my ^!$$% B Dog ^!$$%
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.G.'s ^!$$%

Ask Suga Slimm

[B.G. Talking]
You ain't got no mutha$#&@in heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that ^!$$%
Ah ha, Ah ha

How You Luv That now ^!$$%?
What's up now ^!$$%?
Talk that %#@! now
What, What's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
^!$$% what, ^!$$% who what, ^!$$% 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
^!$$% ain't no beef ^!$$%
It's bout money
^!$$% if you ain't making no money I can't talk

[B.G.: Talking]
Shut the $#&@
^!$$% ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti

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