|First off, shout out to uptown
|And all of the straps hanging on my uptowns
|Fake niggas wanna say what's up now
|They know I'm on it so they wanna dodge the bus now
|Well, I'mma still run your ass over
|'no pants over, same short chubby nigga that they passed over
|'I'mma do it do the death, I'm going for the kill, no bff's
|Got my own text, I don't need a breath
|Pussy I lead bloody period, PMS
|Thinking you got a winner you can keep it up
|Your girl is a dot, you don't mean nothing
|I been toured down in the trunk, fuck the high times and I only saw her once
|That's a hell of a night, she got a hell of a frame
|I'm one hell of a man and you's a motherfucking lame
|Act right or there'll be nothing left upon you
|I put money on you like I'm betting on you
|My heart's no feeling there, where I'm from we turn niggas to disappearing acts
|His baby mother called but he never hit her back
|'Cause he in the bacon house dead, sleeping with the rats
|Grew up with the Gs so I know how to read a track
|Alphabet boys think a nigga can't hit 'em'
|I'm just too cool, call me Millz D. Williams, I move too smooth
|No Colt 45, though, but he caught 45, though, I got a 45 low
|Uptown hustler till I go '
|I'm a motherfucking guard uptown, and since 'died I been the king of them bars uptown
|And every day my squad uptown '
|Whoever ain't feeling this, fuck 'em, man'
|Turn half of the chump shooters into goons and hitters
|Used to look up to the cheese back in 1993
|Now the young kids looking up to me, Milzz, nigga