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UPT baby, this how we do around my way
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Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
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But you cant knock the hustle, feel this
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Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck
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Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck
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Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
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I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
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You heard that I'll drop ya
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I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down
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Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down
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Uptown in '97, it's the place to be
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They packin M-11's nigga and 223
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Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
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That's how it be goin down around my way
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V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
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I represent no matter what, respect or check me
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Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
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I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you
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Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
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It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
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Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein
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Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
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My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
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Make me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you
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Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
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You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
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Movin up like you got it on yo mind
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Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin
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I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
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It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G
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And when it come, proper
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I'm louder, popper
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Around my way
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[Juvenile]
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Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
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You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
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I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
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Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
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[B.G.]
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My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin
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Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
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I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps
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I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap
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See my hood straight thugged out
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You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out
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Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out
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On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out
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When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
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When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
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You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill
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You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill
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You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers
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Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
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Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
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Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
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Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half
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Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
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My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
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Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
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If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin
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Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin
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If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K
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If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way
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[Juvenile]
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Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
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You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
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I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
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Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT
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[B.G.]
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Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
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Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
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Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies
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Playin hatin is a diseas
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Round My Way
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