Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
nigga!
[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, &
Get Into It With A Gotta Tote My Gun (WE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) Get Into It With A Gotta Tote My Gun, It's plain to see, you can't change me I'm a Uptown for life! (2X)
Verse-Tec-9]
Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' bustas like flies, I despise As I ya down look me in my eyes, AND YOU WILL KNOW, you wouldn't have to think ya BECAUSE YOU KNOW, that I'm the one who the trigger BLOODY 226 hit nigga BLOODY I'm wettin' up your Hilfiger Step aside Uptown is on the way >From the Mac Calio all strapped with K's Catch a sleep and I'll wet ya down When I creep the last thing you remember is my Suckas fakin' it a nigga from the U be makin' it You can me the 9-6 pissy bomb, You can call me the 9-7 This clique this be fully equipped, equipped the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped to Bustaland, I know you see the semi-automatic I'm holdin' in my right hand I got a closet full of T-shirts homies on em when my face is gonna be on one I myself gettin' off into alot of drama the cocaine, protect my Mama Fuck chasin', I'm waitin' in your daughter You me, but I'm rock hard The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your (WHY TEC????) 'cause I'm an Uptown for life!
[2nd Ya]
Nigga I touched ground I gotta get Uptown I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with furl And I stop, because it's my way of survivin' Doin' what I do to make a fuckin' living I'm doin' my own Born to let my hang I got a fresh bundle of dimes and now it's time to slang I hit the set BET I'M IN EFFECT! And if ya fall short, BITCH YA I GOTS TO WET! I gotta have it, I to have it silly rabbit I'm like diggin' in your heart trigger smart Street smart, aimin' at your head in the Don't me start pluckin' at'cha bitch They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I miss Shit,I represent, U.P.T. I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence Much love to them niggas with the And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas run with me My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Wee, Lil Tee, Jack and my Uncle Hardy Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and I had done to say the gangstas rest in peace though Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil' Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people the shit for the 9-6 bitch!
[3rd
I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang Niggas And start at them boys in blue who playa hatin' The Southern niena ain't nothin' but a death circle Lil' children sliced while they watchin' Urkel It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose knees It's snaps boys who be totin' 2-23's Or watch me on the heat back in '83 On top of that here come the rest in peace they will be Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as I Roger's, pourin' hits like the Dodgers I'm all about survival, and dead on Blowin' shit to my rivals accounts from the assualt rifle I'm here to dismantle and cause a in your life I'm on a rampage, time to all the GATS 'cause I'll come through, and I'ma you haters on the flats And you'd wish me, that I'm a who don't handle biz We by the trig, we die by the trig Evidently, you done a weak, freak move I break crews goin' chop non-stop And I was taught to make your stop, body drop Now drop, nigga you done picked him off my block And that's why you got served, nigga you learn You fall short, the desert Eagle's gonna you burn The is real, now do you feel me? if you don't your bodies gonna get tied For a ride, In my trunk, I wonder, if Harriet had the chance Would she have learned to do the Eddie dance? Wow, how, would we have got in that water for her? quarters Fuck sittin' in the of the bus, bitch gimme this bus I woulda did more fuss I have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6 Black you bitch you
(2X)
Ya]
SAY THAT SAY SAY THAT!