[Lil Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
[Yella]
Damn nigga!
[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9]
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It`s plain to see, you can`t change me I`m a Uptown nigga for life! (2X)
[1st Verse-Tec-9]
Nigga it`s judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin` reckless
Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
Sportier than the sport itself, droppin` these bustas like flies, I despise
As I shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
AND YOU WILL KNOW, you wouldn`t have to think ya bigger
BECAUSE YOU KNOW, that I`m the one who pulled the trigger
BLOODY BODIES 226 hit nigga
BLOODY BODIES I`m wettin` up your Hilfiger
Step aside nigga Uptown is on the way
From the Mac Melph Calio all strapped with K`s
Catch a muthafucka sleep and I`ll wet ya down
When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin` it cuz a nigga from the U be makin` it
You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
You can call me the 9-7 Deion
This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
Back to Bustaland,
I know you see the semi-automatic that I`m holdin` in my right hand
I got a closet full of T-shirts with homies on em
Wonderin` when my face is gonna be on one
I find myself gettin` off into alot of drama
Protect the cocaine, protect my Mama
Fuck chasin`, I`m waitin` patient in your daughter
You underestimated me, but I`m rock hard
The game`s the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
(WHY TEC????)
Cuz I`m an Uptown nigga for life!
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
Nigga I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown
I`m strapped and yeah I`m trapped, pushin` weight and fuckin`
with that furl
And I can`t stop, because it`s my way of survivin`
Doin` what I gotta do to make a fuckin` living
I`m doin` my own thing
Born to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it`s time to slang
I hit the set BET CHECK I`M IN EFFECT!
And if ya fall short, BITCH YA BODY I GOTS TO WET!
I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit
I`m like fork diggin` in your heart trigger smart
Street smart, aimin` at your head in the dark
Don`t make me start pluckin` at`cha bitch
They gone read my raps and say I`m straight and I never miss
Shit,I represent, that U.P.T.
I`m givin` shots to my homies off of Valence street
Much love to them niggas with the 2-23`s
And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty
Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy
Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and Nico
I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil` Tyron
Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Byron
Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people Snake
Uptown`s the shit for the 9-6 bitch!
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse-Yella]
I`m so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with Niggas
And start bustin` at them boys in blue who playa hatin`
The Southern niena bursts ain`t nothin` but a death circle
Lil` children gettin` sliced while they watchin` Urkel
It`s five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
It`s snaps boys who be totin` them 2-23`s
Or watch me ball on the heat back in `83
On top of that here come the po-po`s rest in peace they will be
Don`t try to dodge us, chances slim as Roger
I bucks Roger`s, pourin` hits like the Dodgers
I`m all about survival, and dead on arrival
Blowin` shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
I`m here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
I`m on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS
Cuz I`ll come through, and I`ma leave you haters on the flats
And you`d wish me, that I`m a nigga who don`t handle biz
We live by the trig, we die by the trig
Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
I break crews goin` chop hittin` non-stop
And I was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block
And that`s why you got served, nigga you must learn
You fall short, the desert Eagle`s gonna make you burn
The shit is real, now do you feel me?
Cuz if you don`t your bodies gonna get tied
For a long ride,
In my trunk, I wonder, if Harriet Tubman had the chance
Would she have learned to do the Eddie Bauer dance?
Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her?
Sellin` quarters
Fuck sittin` in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus
I woulda did more than fuss
I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
Black Connection you bitch you
[Chorus] (2X)
[Lil Ya]
SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!
