| It’s an uptown Thang nigga
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| From the 3 to the 13th
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| As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin’weed
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| I be givin’you exactly what you need
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| To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
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| Music that’s non-stoppin'
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| P-poppin'for the hoes
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| Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin’opthimals
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| You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
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| Big Boy can’t fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit
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| I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
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| From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
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| Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
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| Bout green can’t forget about Josephine
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| Know what I mean? |
| Don’t get caught in none of those areas
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| Or six people will carry ya, niggas’ll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? |
| You can’t fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2−2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me Here’s the fuckin’deal, gotta keep it real
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| Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill
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| Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
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| My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin’fa sho
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| I’ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
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| For life, I thought you knew that it’s an uptown thang pussy!
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| Uptown got’cha catchin’up the guard quicker
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| They got a T-shirt waitin’on yo fuckin’picture
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| Uptown got’cha catchin’up the guard quicker
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| They got a T-shirt waitin’on yo fuckin’picture
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| I represent to the fullest, Uptown’s the shit
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| And the clique I’m in with nigga 2−2-6
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| I keep it real for the real
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| So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
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| Them raps, is worth a mil
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| You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
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| When I say Uptown brings it you experience
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| Commence upon the drama that I present clown
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| I’m uncomfortable, if in a town that’s not Uptown
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| Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
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| To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass
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| My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse
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| You ridin’in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin’first
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| Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
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| Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
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| St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
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| That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide
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| I’m high til’I die, think I’m fake nigga try
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| I’m off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. |
| smokin’fry
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| Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told’ja I let’em hang
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| Bang or get banged nigga it’s an uptown thang
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| Once again it’s me representin', comin’straight from the streets
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| Of the U.P.T., it’s me, the Cash money B.G.
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| Lettin’you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
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| Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain’t hoes
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| So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
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| Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
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| You figure, because I’m younger, that you harder
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| Well keep ya head up or busta it’s man slaughter
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| Is you ready? |
| To come swim in the water with the sharks
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| In the dark? |
| You not bitch I can see it in your heart
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| YOU’Z A HOE
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| So stay on your side of the field
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| On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
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| Stop playin', before I start sprayin’I done told ya
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| I’ll take it off ya shoulder I’m a Uptown solja
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| So what’s happenin'? |
| I’m fuckin’wit that S.T.P.
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| So what’s happenin'? |
| I’m fuckin’wit that 1−2-3
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| So what’s happenin'? |
| I’m fuckin’wit that 17
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| It’s understood that I’ll die for that wild 13
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| So keep it real, I’m chillin’wit that World War 2
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| Representin', I’m gone wit that 11th ward crew
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| I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
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| To the end, I’m here to tell ya it’s an Uptown thang |