Consequence

Consequence - Uptown lyrics

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Uh-uh, uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah

Now lemme hear you say aiyyo (yo) uhh, aight?





Cause I kept, kept kept them movin Uptown

I kept, kept kept them movin Uptown

I kept, kept kept them movin Uptown

Across the five-nine cause you know we Queens bound





I went to check, check check this chick from Uptown

Who had a couple cousins that stayed by the Polo Grounds

And even though I'm dolo you know I'm gon' hold it down

So of course I got to click you whenever I roll around

I hung for five minutes, she'll be on the way down

That's when her grandma came to the window and say loud

Don't you come up in here too late, like bitch you ain't grown

And bring some milk for the baby, on the way home

Rasheeda sucked her teeth then she got in the Coupe

And rolled her eyes at the bitches who were stuck on the stoop

And that would serve as proof of what I knew as a fact y'all

That her head so big they should make her a brat don

Since Harlem's her backyard, she know where the smoke at

But with detectives on me, sorta like Kojak

No pitstops for ziplocks cause I'm sure that

My data turns destiny the minute we get locked

But if they got the haze accordin to what this broad say

That'll make 'em bring the color purple to broadway

And since I waited all day for this bitch to bust down

Ride with the Cons said we take a trip Uptown









Now when the deal done go sour, minutes turned into hours

In a minute I'm a have to renegotiate for hours

Cause we waited in the car while I went into the Towers

To get a half a ounce that be done off in a hour

But once I showed my chain niggaz started talkin louder

Cause the charm alone'll put a broke nigga back in power

Well claim you drive for 50 just to get the sack faster

I got back in the ride and the first thing I asked her

Is f'real lil' mama what the hell is you on~? !

I'm startin to feel like 'Pac when he had a session with Shawn

That's when she tried to worm her way out like fishbait

By sayin whenever she can, the Catholic always went straight

That's when I pulled off and I went straight before her state of abuse

Her hands over my mouth, like I'll make it up to you

So why you thinkin we headed to the W for?

Cause she fillin out the jeams like a W-4









Now

Let me hear you say ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-yo, aight? {*2X*}

Now when we get to Times Square the niggaz who valet

Are lookin cause the shorty short enough to do ballet

So we take a elevator one flight to the skywalk

And guess who's orderin drinks and havin a sidewalk

Her older baby father and that nigga's Dominican

And they kinda posessive so he think he gon' hit again

But ain't no talkin to him cause he's trapped in his logic

So he'd rather take, back his like she was a deposit

That's when I had to put him in his place like a rhyme up

And that means son I'm beefin until the summer's up

But this bitch is dumb enough, to hit the Patron

So I'm a have a surprise for him by the time he get home

Cause I keep, keep keep the chrome in the whip

For bitch-ass niggaz who don't know when to quit

That's when she came to his aid by throwin a fit

And stopped me from doin somethin that the judge won't acquit

And I seen that as a sign of disloyalty

She's only in my ride for the royalties

So I can see through my eyes what this is gon' lead

If I don't get back to my ride one of us is gon' bleed














                   
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