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lirik lagu juvenile – u.p.t. (feat. hot boys & big tymers)

b.g. & (baby)
cash money slangin nine n-gg-
(off top playboy)
h.bs and the b.g.s
(whats happing little b.g. bring it to these n-gg-s)

(b.g.)
when i got that iron in my hand im going to slang it
when i got that drama on my mind im going to bring it
i aint backing down from no n-gg- thats hatin
if the n-gg- say i aint bout my buisness look here he hatin

(baby)
comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
if i catch down n-gg- bad we gonna leave ya stainin
f-ckin wit my h.bs n-gg- im gonna bring it
rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin

(b.g.)
cause a n-gg- 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 comes from 7 hard years of dedication

(manny fresh)
f-ckin wit my b.g. n-gg-
im puttin ? ? ? ? and im a ? ? ? ? me n-gg-
thats believing worth six n-gg-s
we call hard hitters
we uptown riders and we real with this n-gg- (n-gg-)

(b.g.)
police can investigate but they aint gonna find sh-t
but a 100 bullet sh-lls without a f-cking fingerprint
this hot boy click laid back and ? ? ? ? n-gg-
we see them working on something look here we riders
aint like working n-gg-s
any block with a flussy
that goes for the boss too
we aint got no picks to choose it
we get cha if we gotta
wig split cha if we gotta
i know you aint got word that b.g.s a rider
so keep it on the d.l
if you got keys dont serve n-body but off v.l
cause they play for keeps
a one way ticket to hizell
6 ft. deep
its 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 n-gg-
i was slangin that nine

(lil wayne)
na, na, na, na
now them them dont want us
they know me and turk dont 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

(turk)
get off the block when we come n-gg- (n-gg-)
to the lane
shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
run your mouth too much
better watch what cha sayin
like a n-gg- on the sidelines
n-gg- wearing ? ? ? ?

(lil wayne)
na, na, na, na
now why o why lord
the n-gg- wanna try and die lord

(turk)
n-gg-z wanna learn hard way
give it to em like that
make em suffer
put that b-tch wit a bag

(juvenile)
i guess you probably standin there sayin
whos the m-th-f-cka
n-gg- yous the m-th-f-cka
that ? ? ? ? is a m-th-f-cka
either theres been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
and im gonna ? ? ? ? me n-gg-
if they put me in that sh-t
look im 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 aint n-body gonna run me
i dont want n-body going to tell my mama when somebody done me
she aint bring me in the world for that
she aint raise no hos
she could have had a girl for that
i been realized, im all in
surrounded by the camoufalge, in ballin
make a n-gg- recognize, im starvin
go in and do a homicide, you fallin, stop callin
cause aint no ? ? ? ?
you better leave that 45 at your house
cause you gonna need it woodie
i told you boy
im a souljah boy
u.t.p up on my stomach from the nolia boy

(b.g. talking)
slangin nine
fo sho n-gg-
thats how we layin it down for the 98 all the way to the 99
worldwide
slangin nine
all you bus p-ss n-gg-s better recognize

(juvenile talking)
this on here bouncin all out ya heard me
ask my n-gg- prime n-gg-
ask my n-gg- lac n-gg-
ask my n-gg- b dog n-gg-
ask manny
ask ruckus
ask my brother corey
ask b.g.s n-gg-
ask suga slimm

(b.g. talking)
you aint got no m-th-f-ckin heart
got the butcha knife chillin
slicing throats we doin it like that n-gg-
ah ha, ah ha
how you luv that now n-gg-?
whats up now n-gg-?
talk that sh-t now
what, whats up
i thought we was what kind of boys
n-gg- what, n-gg- who what, n-gg- 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
n-gg- aint no beef n-gg-
its bout money
n-gg- if you aint making no money i cant talk

(b.g. talking)
shut the f-ck
n-gg- aint got no words for ya
its all about the fetti

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