Lyrics

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