U.P.T. - Juvenile/Big Tymers/Hot Boys

Written by：Hot Boys/Big Tymers/Juvenile

Cash money slangin' nine ni**a

Off top playboy

H B's and the B G's

What's happenin' little B G

Bring it to these niggas

When I got that iron in my hand I'ma sling it

When I got that drama on my mind I'ma bring it

I ain't backin' down from no ni**a that's hatin'

If the ni**a say I ain't 'bout my business

Look here he hatin'

Comin' uptown playboy we gonna sling it

I catch down bad ni**a

We gonna leave ya stainin'

Fkin' wit my H B's ni**a I'ma bring it

Rollin' uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

'Cause a ni**a get stolen

Better yet get takin' paper is burn

They come fast and catch shakin'

Picture this my brother cash money

Then went nation

But that comes from seven hard years of dedication

F**kin' with my B G ni**a

I'm puttin on your viece and

I'm a kill me a ni**a

That's believin' worth six niggas

We call hard hitters

We uptown riders and

We real with this ni**a

Police can investigate but

They ain't gonna find sh*t

But a 100 bullet shells

Without a f**kin' fingerprint

This hot boy click laid back and spy on niggas

We see them workin' on somethin'

Look here we riders

Ain't like workin' niggas

Any block with a flussy

That goes for the boss too

We ain't got no picks to choose it

We getcha if we gotta wig splitcha if we gotta

I know you ain't got word that every

G's is a rider

So keep it on the D L

If you got keys don't serve nobody of V L

'Cause they play keep

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' ni**a

I was slangin' that nine

Nah nah nah

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 with my dog

We get crazy like alcoholics

Plus we ballers so whatever

We spend the Lex or Benz

It's gonna be on twenny twen twens

Get off the block when

We come ni**a to the lane

Shots that close shop

When the bullets start sparyin'

Run your mouth too much better

Watch whatcha sayin'

Like a ni**a on the sidelines ni**a

We ain't playin'

Now why oh why Lord

Did the ni**a wanna try and die Lord

Why why why

Niggaz wanna learn the hard

Way give it to 'em like that

Put that b**ch with a bag

I guess you probably thinkin' there sayin'

Who's the muthaf**ka

Ni**a you's the muthaf**ka that bruise a muthaf**ka

Either there's been a lot of

Cross firin' in the bricks

But I'm gonna kill me ni**a if

They put me in that sh*t

Look I'm gonna tell ya like I tell my folks

Play with me if

You want cash money going broke

Even if it means creepin' up slow

But then bye bye

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 ho's

She could have had a girl for that

I been realized I'm all in

Surrounded by the camouflage in ballin'

Make a ni**a recognize I'm starvin'

Go in and do a homicide you fallin' stop callin'

'Cause ain't no peace treaties woodie

You better leave that 45 at your house

'Cause you gonna need it woodie

I told you boy I'm a souljah boy

U T P up on my stomach from the nolia boy

Slangin' nine fo sho ni**a

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

This one here bouncin' all out ya

Ask my ni**a Prime ni**a

Ask my ni**a Lac ni**a

Ask my ni**a B Dog ni**a ask Manny ask Ruckus

Ask my brother Corey ask

B G 's ni**a ask Suga Slim

You ain't got no muthaf**kin' heart

Gotta push a knife chillin' the bad guys

Do you hear me

Slicin' throats we doin'

It like that ni**a ah ha ah ha

How you luv that now ni**a

What's up now ni**a

Talk that sh*t now what what's up

I thought we was what kind of boys

Ni**a what ni**a who what ni**a ha

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

Ni**a ain't no beef ni**a it's 'bout money

Ni**a if you ain't makin' no money

I can't talk

Shut the f**k

Ni**a ain't got no words for ya

It's all about the fetti