Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - U.P.T

(Baby)
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)

(B.G.)
When I got that iron in my hand I`m going to slang it
When I got that drama on my mind I`m going to bring it
I ain`t backing down from no nigga that`s hatin
If the nigga say I ain`t bout my buisness look here he hatin

(Baby)
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
Fuckin wit my H.B`s nigga I`m gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin`

(B.G.)
Cause a nigga get stolen
Better yet get takin
Paper is burn
They come fast, ya cant shake it
Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation
That come`s from 7 hard years of dedication

(Baby)
Fuckin with B.G. nigga
I`m puttin on your viece and I`m a kill me a nigga
That`s believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga)

(B.G.)
Police can investigate but they ain`t gonna find shit
But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas
We see them working on something look here we riders
Ain`t like working 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
6 ft. 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

(Lil Wayne)
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 alcholics
Plus we ballers
So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz
Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens

(Turk)
Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin
Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain`t playin

(Lil Wayne)
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The nigga wanna try and die Lord

(Turk)
Niggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to `em like that
Make `em suffer
Put that bitch wit a bag

(Juvenile)
I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who`s the muthafucka?"
Nigga Juv`s the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka
Either there`s been a lot of cross-firing 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 going broke
Even if it means creepin up slow
Busting 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 camoufalge, 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 wodie
You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie
I told you boy, I`m a souljah boy
U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy

(B.G. Talking)
Slangin nine
Fo sho nigga
That`s how we layin it down for the `98 all the way to the `99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass niggas better recognize

(Juvenile Talking)
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my nigga Prime nigga
Ask my nigga Lac nigga
Ask my nigga B Dog nigga
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.G.`s nigga
Ask Suga Slimm

(B.G. Talking)
You ain`t got no muthafuckin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga
Ah ha, Ah ha
How You Luv That now 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

(Juvenile Talking)
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

(B.G. Talking)
Shut the fuck
Nigga ain`t got no words for ya
It`s all about the fetti

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Juvenile - U.P.T (Baby) 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) (B.G.) When I got that iron in my hand I`m going to slang it When I got that drama on my mind I`m going to bring it I ain`t backing down from no nigga that`s hatin If the nigga say I ain`t bout my buisness look here he hatin (Baby) Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it If I catch down nigga bad we gonna leave ya stainin Fuckin wit my H.B`s nigga I`m gonna bring it Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin` (B.G.) Cause a nigga get stolen Better yet get takin Paper is burn They come fast, ya cant shake it Picture this my brother Cash Money done went nation That come`s from 7 hard years of dedication (Baby) Fuckin with B.G. nigga I`m puttin on your viece and I`m a kill me a nigga That`s believing worth 6 figures we call hard hitters We uptown riders and we real with this nigga (nigga) (B.G.) Police can investigate but they ain`t gonna find shit But a 100 bullet shells without a fucking fingerprint This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on niggas We see them working on something look here we riders Ain`t like working 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 6 ft. 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 (Lil Wayne) 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 alcholics Plus we ballers So whatever we spin the Lex or Benz Its gonna be on twenny, twen, twens (Turk) Get off the block when we come nigga (nigga) To the lane Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin Like a nigga on the sideline, nigga we ain`t playin (Lil Wayne) Na, Na, Na, Na Now why O why Lord The nigga wanna try and die Lord (Turk) Niggaz wanna learn hard way Give it to `em like that Make `em suffer Put that bitch wit a bag (Juvenile) I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who`s the muthafucka?" Nigga Juv`s the muthafucka, thata bruise a muthafucka Either there`s been a lot of cross-firing 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 going broke Even if it means creepin up slow Busting 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 camoufalge, 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 wodie You better leave that 45 at your house cause you gonna need it wodie I told you boy, I`m a souljah boy U.T.P up on my stomach from the Nolia boy (B.G. Talking) Slangin nine Fo sho nigga That`s how we layin it down for the `98 all the way to the `99 Worldwide Slangin nine All you bus pass niggas better recognize (Juvenile Talking) This on here bouncin all out ya heard me Ask my nigga Prime nigga Ask my nigga Lac nigga Ask my nigga B Dog nigga Ask Manny Ask Ruckus Ask my brother Corey Ask B.G.`s nigga Ask Suga Slimm (B.G. Talking) You ain`t got no muthafuckin heart Got the butcha knife chillin Slicing throats we doin it like that nigga Ah ha, Ah ha How You Luv That now 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 (Juvenile Talking) 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 (B.G. Talking) Shut the fuck Nigga ain`t got no words for ya It`s all about the fetti Нравится песня? 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