[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.