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JUVENILE lyrics : "U.P.T"

[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

[Manny Fresh]

$#&@in wit my B.G. ^!$$%
I'm puttin ???? and I'm a ???? me ^!$$%
That's believing worth six ^!$$%s

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 ???? me ^!$$%
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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