| UPT baby, this how we do around my way
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| Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
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| But you cant knock the hustle, feel this
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| Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck
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| Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck
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| Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
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| I tote this chopper, I’m quick to stop ya You heard that I’ll drop ya
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| I’m runnin wit some killas, we’ll break it on down
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| Yo click think they an organization, we’ll take it on down
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| Uptown in '97, it’s the place to be They packin M-11's nigga and 223
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| Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
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| That’s how it be goin down around my way
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| V.L., UPT, The ward? |
| 13th
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| I represent no matter what, respect or check me Let me live through round 1, and it’s all on you
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| I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you
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| Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
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| It’s time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
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| Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein
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| Smoke blunts sometime, it’s all about that bank
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| My heart don’t pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
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| Make me pump the trigga finga up when I’m after you
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| Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
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| You heard I’m fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
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| Movin up like you got it on yo mind
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| Flexin up for that pussy, you must don’t mind dyin
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| I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
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| It’s 50 G, it’s accidental so it increase to hundred G And when it come, proper
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| I’m louder, popper
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| Around my way
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| Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
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| You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
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| I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
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| Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
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| My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin
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| Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
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| I put G’s on the map, leave brains in laps
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| I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
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| See my hood straight thugged out
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| You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out
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| Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
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| On V.L., it’s hell when the coke drought, you assed out
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| When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
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| When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
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| You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill
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| You spot me comin up the block, I’m in black wit a sparkle grill
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| You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers
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| Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
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| Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
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| Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half
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| Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
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| My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
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| Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
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| If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin
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| Fo’you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin
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| If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way
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| Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
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| You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
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| I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
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| Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
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| Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
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| Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
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| Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies
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| Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
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| If you ball then you hated on If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on Caveman, dats my nigga bitch
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| Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
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| Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas
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| I’ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul
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| I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin house
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| He didn’t diserve it Joe Casey is an old G I take his advice, he one of the old G’s on Valence street
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| Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon’touch down
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| Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown
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| Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street
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| >From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
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| He down wit me My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon’survive
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| But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy
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| Nigga gon’bring noise like a drummer
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| Everybody gettin outta jail, it’s gon’be a hot summer
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| Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray
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| If not…
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| You gon’get bucked down nigga, around my way
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| Aww, man
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| I just got one more verse |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Round My Way , by - B.G.. Song from the album It's All On U, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп