B.G. [talking]
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Wassup
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Ahh.... Wassup
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Verse 1
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Hard times got a nigga in all black
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I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at
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I need a hit nigga
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I can't quit nigga
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Get in my way and your shit get split nigga
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Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers
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Got to be realah around all these guerrilas
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But it's cool I'm a young thug nigga
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Rough like a rug nigga ain't scared to plug nigga
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I was turned out at an early age
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On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge
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Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage
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On that dust ready bust
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Plus blunts got a nigga don't give a fuck
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I hope you got your vest on
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If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on
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Nigga now you get your rest on
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Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone
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Motherfucker
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(Chorus)
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What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
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Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?
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What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
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Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?
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What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
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Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?
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What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
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Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks?
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Verse 2
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All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil
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(million)
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And I'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale
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I'm gettin' tired of this all day block shit
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Cock glock with this rock after rock shit
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Could it be me servin' for twenty,
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2-5, 11-5, or the muthafuckin' even 5
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And I'm servin' 4 and a half to 28
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And I might front it if you come straight it and not late
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Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthafuckin' grape
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I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because I ain't fake
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But now all I got is the nikel piece now
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Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now
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I'm on a hunt for some A-K funk
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Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk
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Over this nigga they got a contract
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I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black
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Muthafucker
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(Chorus)
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?
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Verse 3
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My pockets empty and I'm loaded that just don't match
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Two and two together that's why where the fuck I'm at
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On my ass tryin' to make a power move
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Servin niggaz two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool
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I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive
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How am I stay high stay shive and get mine
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I can't do it so I gotta try to kick the habit
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Or that million I want I might not never have it
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So I got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose close
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Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes
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It's all about the fuckin' feddy, the mil
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The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale
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I can not fail to hit the top of the charts
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Young with heart I survive off street smarts
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Play with me clips slide in the K
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Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day
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I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump
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I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump
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Busted heads clips thrown my way
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Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play
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I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get down
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Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown
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(Chorus)
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?
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What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
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Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?
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Talking
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What the fuck is it
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I don't know
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Nigga
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Don't let that stop you from handling your issues
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Doing Bad
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B.G. |