U.P.T. (feat. Hot Boys & Big Tymers)

Cash Money slangin' iron, ****

(Off top, playboy)

HBs and the BTs, Lil Weezy

What's happenin', lil' B. Geezy? Bring it to these ****

When I got that iron in my hand, I'ma slang it

When I got that drama on my mind, I'ma bring it (Bring it)

I ain't backin' down from no ****, that's nathan

If a **** say I ain't 'bout my business, look here, he hatin'

Comin' Uptown, playboy, we gon' slang it

I catch you down bad, ****, we gon' leave you stankin'

Fuckin' with my HBs ****, I'ma bring it

Rollin' Uptown, stay strapped and keep thinkin'

'Cause a **** get stolen, better yet, get taken

K bullets burn, they come fast, you can't shake it

Picture this, my brother, Cash Money done went nation

But that come from seven hard years of dedication

Fuckin' with my B.G. ****

I'm puttin' it on your face and I'ma bleach me a ****

Best believe we worth six figures and we call hard hitters

We Uptown riders and we real with this, **** (****, ****)

Police could investigate but they ain't gon' find shit

But a hundred bullet shells without a fuckin' fingerprint

This Hot Boy clique lay back and spy on ****

We see they workin' with somethin', look, we ride on ****

Ain't like rookie ****, any block, we abuse it

That go for the boss too, we ain't got no picks and chooses

We'll get you if you got it, we'll split you if we gotta

I know you done got word that B. Geezy is a rider

So keep it on the DL

If you got keys, don't serve nobody off VL

'Cause they play for keeps

A one-way ticket to hiz-ell, six feet deep

It's a filthy dirty wiz-orld on the UPT

I was raised in the streets, brought up with it on my mind

By the time I was nine, pussy ****, I was slangin' that iron

Them-them-them don't want us

They know me and Turk known bust, spinnin' corners

They already know we brothers, blood, or whatever you wan' call it

Drink up with my dog, we get crazy like alcoholics

Plus we ballin', so whatever we spin the bend in

Lex or Benz, it's gon' be on twinny-twin-twins

Get off the block when we come, **** (Come, ****), to the lane

Shots that close shop when the bullets start sprayin'

Run your mouth too much, better watch what you're sayin'

Like a **** on the sideline, ****, we ain't playin'

Now why, oh, why, Lord?

Did the **** wanna try and die hard? (****, ****)

Biddy-bye-bye-bye

**** wan' learn hard way, give it to 'em like that

Make 'em suffer, chop his hands and hit the bitch with a bat

I guess you probably standin' there sayin', "Who's the motherfucker?"

****, Juv's the motherfucker that'll bruise a motherfucker (What?)

Lately there's been a lot of cross throwin' in the bricks

But I'm gonna kill me a **** if they put me in that shit

Look, I'ma tell you like I tell my folks

Play with me if you want, Cash Money goin' broke

Even if it means creepin' up slow

Biddy-bye-bye, bustin' out shots out my black Volvo, for sure

'Cause ain't nobody gonna run me

I don't want nobody goin' to tell my mama when somebody done me

She ain't bring me in the world for that

She ain't raise no ho, she could've had a girl for that

I been realized I'm all in

Surrounded by the camouflage and ballin'

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

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

'Cause ain't no peace treaties, whoadie

You better not leave that forty-five at your house 'cause you're gonna need it, whoadie

I told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy

UTP up on my stomach, from the 'Nolia, boy

I'm slangin' iron

For sure, ****

That's how we layin' it down for the '98 all the way to the '99

Worldwide, slangin' iron

All you buster-ass **** better recognize

This one here bezeled out, you heard me?

Ask my **** Prime, ****

Ask my **** Lac, ****

Ask my **** B-Dog, ****

Ask Mannie, ask Rusty

Ask my thug Corey

Ask B. Geezy, ****

Ask Suga Slim

We ain't got no motherfuckin' heart

Got the butcher-knife killer in the back, you heard me?

Slicin' throats, we doin' it like that, ****

Uh-huh, uh-huh

How you love that, ****? (Bezeled out, bitch)

What's up now, ****?

Talk that shit now

What-what's up?

I thought we was what kind of boys?

Go for what, ****? Who, what, ****? Huh?

I know y'all gon' hear me all over the nation

So this for the East Coast, the South Coast, the West Coast, over the world

****, it ain't no beef, ****, it's 'bout money

****, if you ain't makin' no money, I can't talk

Shut the fuck up

**** ain't got no, no words for you

It's all about the fetty