Mr. Marcelo, B.G., C-Murder - Uptown Gangstas lyrics

B.G.

B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Mr. Marcelo, B.G., C-Murder - Uptown Gangstas lyrics]

(talking) uh, huh Marcelo, you already know
I represent Uptown New Orleans
To the motherfucking fullest
I don't know no other town like Uptown
You heard me I don't know no other town
Like this one right here look

I keep it real keep it thorough
Keep it gutter gizzle keep money
Cause Gizzle a born hustler
Gizzle is thugged out, Gizzle a straight G
Gizzle got all his game
From the streets of the 13 u-P T-O W-N
I been wilding through that bitch
Since I was about ten
Cross Martin Luther King
Hit Jackson hit Willow
The mo' corners you turn
Believe it get's realer
The way I was raised, I came up raw
I was taught never trust


Or give a fuck about the law
I dropped out of school
I wanted them street smarts
Them teachers ain't know
Bout not taking shorts
The knowledge I got off the block
Can't be bought
That's why Flarence and Magnolia
Embedded in my heart
Hurricanes tornadoes, I'll still be around
That's why Uptown
Gonna be my stomping ground

Keep it gangsta
Chilling on the block with me
Keep it gangsta
Until them people come get me
Keep it gangsta, that's how we hanging Uptown
Keep it gangsta
Pound for pound my block is down

See niggas know I'm a gangsta
Niggas know I'm a G young 'Celo ghetto
I was raised in the streets
Uptown, yeah I hold that down
My footprints'll still be there
If they tore that down
Ask any nigga in the streets, bout Brick
And they'll tell ya if I been
I'ma use that bitch
Young cap peeler, raised on Willow
I ran with the gorillas
So I learned a lot of shit
I ran through the Yo, with my homie Doe-Doe
Sold coke sold dope
And I bust a lot of clips
I ran through the cuts, hung in every co-way
And opened up shop on the block
On a Thursday
Made friends made ends, made enemies
And I stood my ground, nigga I been a G
If it wasn't for my hood
And it wouldn't for my peeps
Then I probably, wouldn't be so street
Sipping on Henny, blowing on dro
Holding down the 'Nolia
Like a nigga on the joe

I tote Glocks
And I got the streets in a head lock
Now why they wanna act like they G's
When they not see me I can't be faded
And I can't be stopped
I'm Calliope blooded and I'm thugging
Until I drop on top of that I'm here
And I want my spot back
You had that now pass that
Before you get jacked
Now ask my partna, 'Nolia brick I layed it
C-Murder said it
So he portrayed it and sprayed it
What's up lil' daddy
You know what's happening this your daddy
I'm in that Caddy with that thang
So now what's happening uptown had me
My daddy got New Orleans pregnant
Your shorty naked so respect it
Hold up a second what's up you flexing
And ain't no checking a boss balls
Lil' mama, when ol' lil' mama got tossed
I take a walk, cause my bite and my bark
Is straight gangsta
Bring out the white chalk fall

Uptown, is my stomping ground
My footprints'll still be there
If they tore that down
So if you trying, to get the low about me
Ask a nigga in the streets
They'll tell you I'm a G

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