[Lil Ya]
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MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
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[Yella]
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Damn nigga!
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[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9]
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Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
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(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
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Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
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It's plain to see, you can't change me I'm a Uptown nigga for life! (2X)
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[1st Verse-Tec-9]
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Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless
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Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
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Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, I despise
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As I shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
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AND YOU WILL KNOW, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger
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BECAUSE YOU KNOW, that I'm the one who pulled the trigger
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BLOODY BODIES 226 hit nigga
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BLOODY BODIES I'm wettin' up your Hilfiger
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Step aside nigga Uptown is on the way
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>From the Mac Melph Calio all strapped with K's
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Catch a muthafucka sleep and I'll wet ya down
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When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown
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Suckas fakin' it cuz a nigga from the U be makin' it
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You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
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You can call me the 9-7 Deion
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This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
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Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
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Back to Bustaland,
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I know you see the semi-automatic that I'm holdin' in my right hand
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I got a closet full of T-shirts with homies on em
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Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one
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I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama
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Protect the cocaine, protect my Mama
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Fuck chasin', I'm waitin' patient in your daughter
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You underestimated me, but I'm rock hard
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The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
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(WHY TEC????)
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Cuz I'm an Uptown nigga for life!
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[Chorus]
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[2nd Verse-Lil Ya]
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Nigga I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown
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I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl
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And I can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
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Doin' what I gotta do to make a fuckin' living
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I'm doin' my own thing
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Born to let my nuts hang
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I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
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I hit the set BET CHECK I'M IN EFFECT!
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And if ya fall short, BITCH YA BODY I GOTS TO WET!
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I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit
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I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
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Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
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Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
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They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I never miss
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Shit,I represent, that U.P.T.
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I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence street
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Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's
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And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
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My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty
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Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy
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Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and Nico
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I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
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Gary, Lil Wallace, Fred, Nookie, and Lil' Tyron
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Jamie, Laurie, Pops, P, and my homie Byron
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Levi, Ty, Mike, Jake, and my people Snake
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Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch!
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[Chorus]
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[3rd Verse-Yella]
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I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with Niggas
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And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
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The Southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle
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Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' Urkel
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It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
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It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's
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Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83
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On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be
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Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as Roger
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I bucks Roger's, pourin' hits like the Dodgers
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I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival
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Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
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I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
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I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS
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Cuz I'll come through, and I'ma leave you haters on the flats
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And you'd wish me, that I'm a nigga who don't handle biz
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We live by the trig, we die by the trig
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Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
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I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop
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And I was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
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| Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my |
