Juvenile, Birdman, Hot Boys - U.P.T. lyrics

Cash Money slangin' iron, nigga
(Off top, playboy) hB's and The BG's
(What's happenin' little B geezy
Bring it to these niggas)

When I got that iron in my hand
I'ma slang it
When I got that drama on my mind
I'ma bring it
I ain't backin' down from no nigga
That's nathan'
If the nigga say I ain't bout my business
Look here he hatin'

Coming uptown playboy, we gon' slang it
I catch you down bad nigga
We gon' leave ya stankin'
Fucking wit my HB's nigga, I'm gon' bring it
Rollin' uptown
Stay strapped and keep thinkin'

Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get taken k bullets burn
They come fast, ya can't shake it
Picture this my brother
Cash Money done went nation
But that comes from seven
Hard years of dedication

Fuckin' with my BG nigga
I'm puttin' it on your face and
I'm a kill me a nigga
Best believe we worth six figures
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga
Nigga

Police could investigate but they
Ain't gon' find shit
But a hundred bullet shells
Without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back
And spy on niggas
We see they workin' with somethin'
Look we ride on niggas
Ain't like rookie niggas
Any block we abuse it
That goes for the boss too
We ain't got no picks to choose it
We'll getcha if you got it
We'll split 'cha if we gotta
I know you done got word that
B geezy is a rider so keep it on the DL
If you got keys, don't serve nobody off VL
Cause they play for keeps
A one way ticket to hizell six feet deep
It's a filthy dirty wiz-erld on the UPT
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 iron

Na, Na, Na, Na now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk gon' bust
Spinnin' corners
They already know we brothers, blood
Or whatever you wan' call it
Click up wit my dog
We get crazy like alcoholics plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the bend in, Lex or Benz
It's gon' be on twenty, twen, twens

Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane shots that close shop when
The bullets start spraying
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, oh why Lord
Did the nigga wanna try and die hard?
Buh bye bye bye

Niggas wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer, chop his hands
And hit the bitch wit a bat

I guess you probably standin' there sayin
"Who's the muthafucka?"
Nigga Juv's the muthafucka
That'll bruise a muthafucka
Lately there's been a lot of
Cross-firin' in the bricks
And I'm gonna kill me a 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
Cash Money goin' broke
Even if it means creepin' up slow
Bustin' 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 hoes
She could have had a girl for that
I been realized, I'm all in
Surrounded by the camouflage, 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, whodie
You better not leave that forty-five at your
House cause you gonna need it, whodie
I told you boy, I'm a solja boy
UTP up on my stomach, from the 'Nolia boy
I'm slangin' iron

Fo sho nigga
That's how we layin' it down for the
Ninety-eight all the way to the ninety-nine
Worldwide slangin' iron
All you busta ass niggas better recognize

This one here bezzeled out, ya heard me?
Ask my nigga Prime, nigga
Ask my nigga Lac, nigga
Ask my nigga B Dog, nigga ask Mannie
Ask Rusty ask my thug Corey
Ask B geezy, nigga ask Suga Slim

You ain't got no muthafuckin' heart
Got the butcher knife killin' in the back
Ya heard me?
Slicing throats, we doin' it like that, nigga
Uh huh, Uh huh how you love that, 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 y'all gonna hear me
All over the nation
So this is for the East Coast
The South Coast, the West Coast
Over the world nigga it ain't no beef, nigga
It's bout money
Nigga if you ain't making no money
I can't talk

Shut the fuck up
Nigga ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti