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featuring Juvenile, Lil' Wayne
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[B.G.]
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Uptown is my home, thats where I do my dirt
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I either hurt or get hurt
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It's me or you on that shirt
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Cant let no nigga fix me
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Cant let no nigga get me
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I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split me
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Had my momma upset
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Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet
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I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject
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I gets blowed and start
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Ready to unload at war
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No witnesses
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You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin
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Keep it shut or you dead
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If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head
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That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit you rown life
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It aint right, disrespect you die on site
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That aint no might, that's a fact
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You can believe that
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Instead disrespect, i promise to be back
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And clear the corner, you cant run, dont try
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I'm high, bout mine ready to ride or die bitch
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[Lil Wayne]
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Load it up with black gats and macs
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Pay attention to gun blastin
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And fake buster harassin
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Smashin, dashin up yo street wit all the lights out
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Two choppers cocked ready to knot
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And chop up yo block
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Lock all doors and keep windows closed
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Cause we done rolled before
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So stay on the floor
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We ride deep in the all black camaro
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Sittin on mo's
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And we rolls tokin on fat optimos
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You chose to test those uptown boys
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You done got on a straight ride and cant get off
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Lets all get a stolen car
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And roll through they ward
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When it's dark
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We spark, pull up then draw
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You done falled in war
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Got in a big brawl
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Thought hard but you wrong
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So you still get scarred
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Y'all boys done played wit some all out kill niggas
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Jump in hot cars, cut the deck then deal niggas
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Still niggas for testin these big lil niggas
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Still niggas for messin with these real trill niggas
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Young niggas, chopper totin big gun niggas
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Front nigga and live your life on the run nigga
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Stunt nigga and get plugged, drug through the mud
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Puddles of blood flood
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You cant swim so you done
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Niggas start to look
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And see the all black crook
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Some booked, some get high
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Some hot on one foot
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Spots gettin took, whole bodies gettin dropped
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Niggas hop, jock, and flock
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When I hit they block
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(Chorus)
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So ride or die bitch
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Chop or get chopped ho
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B.G., split or get split
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Play the game how it go(4x)
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[Juvenile]
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Why is you sayin them words, bo janglin, why dont you show yo face
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Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case
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I'm a straight head bust ya
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Seperate and destruct ya
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Dont wanna have no Juvey wanna make a ghost or few
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What am I'm supposed to back down or somthin cause you got a lil click
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All that frownin and reppin shit
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Gone get ya down in a devil ditch
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Never miss, I be drivin niggas wit cleverness
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Momma used to say this
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Use your mind and stay rich
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Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness
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If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick
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Why is you showin yo teeth you dont speak
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Stay on your side of the street, you cant be mobb'n with me
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I cant have no bitches followin me
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Gotta Mac-10 and you aint even bust back
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And your boy got hit in the back
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What type of nigga is that
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(Hook)
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That's why I stay in all black
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Get the Mac and go back
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You done fucked wit C-M-R-ah
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They'll be no tommorrow(2x)
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(Chorus)
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[B.G.]
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Get you a chopper and tote it
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Dont just buy it to have it
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Nigga have it to use it
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Better grab it and shoot it
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Better know one thing nigga will do it to you
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Before you do it to them to survive, gotta be true
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Nigga think just cause we squashed that beef, thats it
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You might be thinkin like me, I think forgive and dont forget
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I gotta trick under my sleeve
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Ridin four deep wit artillary
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Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve
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It's an unsolved mystery
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I'm a fly til I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery
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I hit a artery
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Bein real to CMB, it's a part of me
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Cross me I charge you wit some flamin hot heat
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Two twenty-three blazed all in yo chest
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Brain waves you dazed up
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You see death stare you straight in your face
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Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse
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I take no chance for you to ride, nigga I ride first
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(Chorus)
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ride or die
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| b g (baby gangsta) |
