Juvenile — U.P.T.

[Intro: B.G. & Baby] Cash Money slangin' iron, nigga (Off top, playboy) H.B's and The B.G.'s (What's happenin' little B. Geezy, bring it to these niggas) [Verse 1: B.G.] 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' [Verse 2: Baby] Coming uptown playboy, we gon' slang it I catch you down bad nigga, we gon' leave ya stankin' Fucking wit my H.B's nigga, I'm gon' bring it Rollin' uptown, stay strapped and keep thinkin' [Verse 3: B.G.] 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 [Verse 4: Baby] Fuckin' with my B.G. 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 [Verse 5: B.G.] 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 D.L If you got keys, don't serve nobody off V.L Cause they play for keeps A one way ticket to hizell Six feet deep It's a filthy dirty wiz-erld 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 iron [Verse 6: Lil Wayne] 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 [Verse 7: Turk] 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' [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Na, Na, Na, Na Now why, oh why Lord Did the nigga wanna try and die hard? Buh bye bye bye [Interlude: Turk] Niggas wanna learn hard way Give it to 'em like that Make 'em suffer, chop his hands And hit the bitch wit a bat [Verse 8: Juvenile] 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 U.T.P up on my stomach, from the 'Nolia boy I'm slangin' iron [Outro: B.G.] 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 [Outro: Juvenile] 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 [Outro: B.G.] 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 [Outro: Juvenile] 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 [Outro: B.G.] Shut the fuck up Nigga ain't got no words for ya It's all about the fetti