B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - Uptown Thang Wait'n On Your Picture lyrics

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From the 3 to the 13th

 As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed
 I be givin' you exactly what you need
 To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it
 Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin'
 Music that's non-stoppin'
 P-poppin' for the hoes
 Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals
 You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique
 Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit
 I represent, real ass niggas fa sho
 From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio
 Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between
 Bout green can't forget about Josephine
 Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas
 Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya
 Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me
 The B.G., you want me find me
 In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me
 Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real
 Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill
 Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho
 My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho
 I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged
 For life, I thought you knew that it's an uptown thang pussy!

 Chorus:
 Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
 They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture
 Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker
 They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture

 I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit
 And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6
 I keep it real for the real
 So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
 Them raps, is worth a mil
 You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit
 When I say Uptown brings it you experience
 Commence upon the drama that I present clown
 I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown
 Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad
 To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass
 My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse
 You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first
 Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3
 Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T.
 St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25
 That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide
 I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try
 I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry
 Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang
 Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang

 Chorus

 It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets
 Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G.
 Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows
 Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes
 So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas
 Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas
 You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder
 Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter
 Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks
 In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart
 YOU'Z A HOE
 So stay on your side of the field
 On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed
 Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya
 I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja
 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B.
 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3
 So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17
 It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13
 So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2
 Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew
 I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang
 To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang

 Chorus
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