Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U.P.T., artist - Juvenile. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
U.P.T. |
| Cash Money slangin nine nigga |
| (Off top playboy) |
| H.B's and The B.G.'s |
| (What's happing little B.G. bring it to these niggas) |
| When I got that iron in my hand I’m goin' to slang it |
| When I got that drama on my mind I’m goin' to 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 gonna slang it |
| If I catch you down bad nigga leave ya stankin' |
| Fucking wit my H. B's nigga I’m gonna bring it |
| Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin' |
| Cause a nigga get stolen |
| Better yet get takin' |
| Paper is burn |
| They come fast, ya can’t shake it |
| Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation |
| That come’s from seven hard years of dedication |
| Fuckin' with B.G. |
| nigga |
| I’m puttin' on your face and I’m a kill me a nigga |
| That’s believin' worth six figures we call hard hitters |
| We uptown riders and we real with this nigga, nigga |
| Police can investigate but they ain’t gonna find shit |
| But a hundred bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint |
| This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas |
| We see them workin' on somethin' look here we riders |
| Ain’t like workin' niggas |
| 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 |
| Six feet 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' nigga |
| I was slangin' that nine |
| 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 alcoholics |
| 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 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 O why Lord |
| The nigga wanna try and die Lord |
| Niggas wanna learn hard way |
| Give it to 'em like that |
| Make 'em suffer |
| Put that bitch wit a bag |
| I guess you probably standin' there sayin, «Who's the muthafucka?» |
| Nigga Juv’s the muthafucka, that’ll bruise a muthafucka |
| Either 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 but 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 ho’s |
| 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 soljah boy |
| U.T.P up on my stomach from the 'Nolia boy |
| Slangin' nine |
| Fo sho nigga |
| That’s how we layin' it down for the ninety-eight all the way to the ninety-nine |
| Worldwide |
| Slangin' nine |
| All you bus pass niggas better recognize |
| This on 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 Ruckus |
| Ask my thug Corey |
| Ask B. Geezy nigga |
| Ask Soulja 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 |
| Ah ha, Ah ha |
| 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 yall gonna hear me all over the nation |
| So this is for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over |
| The world |
| Nigga 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 |