เนื้อเพลง U.P.T. - Juvenile

[B.G. & Baby]
Cash Money slangin nine n*gga
(Off top playboy)
H.B's and The B.G.'s
(What's happing little B.G. bring it to these n*ggas)

[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 n*gga that's hatin
If the n*gga say I ain't bout my buisness look here he hatin

[Baby]
Comin uptown playboy we gonna slang it
If I catch down n*gga bad we gonna leave ya stainin
F*ckin wit my H.B's n*gga I'm gonna bring it
Rollin uptown stay strap and keep thinkin'

[B.G.]
Cause a n*gga 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

[Manny Fresh]
F*ckin wit my B.G. n*gga
I'm puttin ???? and I'm a ???? me n*gga
That's believing worth six n*ggas
We call hard hitters
We uptown riders and we real with this n*gga (n*gga)

[B.G.]
Police can investigate but they ain't gonna find sh*t
But a 100 bullet shells without a f*cking fingerprint
This Hot Boy click laid back and spy on n*ggas
We see them working on something look here we riders
Ain't like working n*ggas
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 n*gga
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 n*gga (n*gga)
To the lane
Shots that close shop when the bullets start sparying
Run your mouth too much, better watch what cha sayin
Like a n*gga on the sideline, n*gga we ain't playin

[Lil Wayne]
Na, Na, Na, Na
Now why O why Lord
The n*gga wanna try and die Lord

[Turk]
N*ggaz wanna learn hard way
Give it to 'em like that
Make 'em suffer
Put that b*tch wit a bag

[Juvenile]
I guess you probably standin there sayin, "Who's the muthaf*cka?"
N*gga Juv's the muthaf*cka, thata bruise a muthaf*cka
Either there's been a lot of cross-firing in the bricks
And I'm gonna ???? me n*gga
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 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 n*gga 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 n*gga
That's how we layin it down for the '98 all the way to the '99
Worldwide
Slangin nine
All you bus pass n*ggas better recognize

[Juvenile Talking]
This on here bouncin all out ya heard me
Ask my n*gga Prime n*gga
Ask my n*gga Lac n*gga
Ask my n*gga B Dog n*gga
Ask Manny
Ask Ruckus
Ask my brother Corey
Ask B.G.'s n*gga
Ask Suga Slimm

[B.G. Talking]
You ain't got no muthaf*ckin heart
Got the butcha knife chillin
Slicing throats we doin it like that n*gga
Ah ha, Ah ha
How You Luv That now n*gga?
What's up now n*gga?
Talk that sh*t now
What, What's up
I thought we was what kind of boys
N*gga what, n*gga who what, n*gga 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
N*gga ain't no beef n*gga
It's bout money
N*gga if you ain't making no money I can't talk

[B.G. Talking]
Shut the f*ck
N*gga ain't got no words for ya
It's all about the fetti