[B.G.]

UPT baby, this how we do around my way

Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle

But you cant knock the hustle, feel this



Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck

Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck

Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper

I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya

You heard that I'll drop ya

I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down

Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down

Uptown in '97, it's the place to be

They packin M-11's nigga and 223

Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed

That's how it be goin down around my way

V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th

I represent no matter what, respect or check me

Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you

I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you

Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore

It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'

Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein

Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank

My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice

Make me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you

Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign

You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9

Movin up like you got it on yo mind

Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin

I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy

It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G

And when it come, proper

I'm louder, popper

Around my way



[Juvenile]

Nigga, you must be real in the UPT

You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT

I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT

Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT



[B.G.]

My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin

Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin

I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps

I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap

See my hood straight thugged out

You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out

Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out

On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out

When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga

When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep

You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill

You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill

You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers

Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya

Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death

Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest

Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the half

Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half

My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop

Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop

If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin

Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin

If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K

If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way



[Juvenile]

Nigga, you must be real in the UPT

You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT

I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT

Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT



[B.G.]

Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled

Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed

Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies

Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy

If you ball then you hated on

If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on

Caveman, dats my nigga bitch

Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click

Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya

Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas

I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul

I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin house

He didn't diserve it

Joe Casey is an old G

I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street

Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down

Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown

Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street

>From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see

He down wit me

My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive

But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy

Nigga gon' bring noise like a drummer

Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer

Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray

If not...

You gon' get bucked down nigga, around my way



[B.G.]

Aww, man

I just got one more verse