Lyrics:
speak for me
And I speak and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring
Feel I can't be bat any
or cheese it ain't gravy
And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street
And these playa hatin niggas need to stop passin through tha UPT
And all my new
think I seen him before
Good thing he didn't make a sell or buy
He gave me four years, I'll be out by the he's five
Street life no more, I'm throwing
to represent it
Benz I'm spittin all black with a camafaluge ??
Seven gold darts street smart smarter than Eurkel
Let's go fist to fist knuckles turn purple when
Phuckin U.P.T (Uptown New Orleans)
If you want me I can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th
Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T.
Turk:
Two of the hottest days of the week
They harrassin' and hackin' niggaz in that UPT
N.O.P.D. be rollin' so deep
They be fuckin' over niggaz
If you wondering
Where i be at
I don't know how cause
I be everywhere
In the city where
Souls get snatched
Five hundred and four .U.P.T
Go check your
feet, fuck, can you tell me
I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street'
So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream
And they ain't gotta speak, they
an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only
the blues
Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo
Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke
Flip by Calliope
Fo-fo's
Hurrah
come
I'm going keep on stacking up
No more subtracting
Bitch I'm adding up
Running from these bullets
Double Dutch
I go by 3 bitch
I'm ready to upt it
I
insane jump out yo body get hit by da shottie bitch dat slug gone bust his brains spin on his block w/ dat cutta loaded it up Finna be double murder
UPT
Tay
She got hit by a stray bullet long live cc
When HotRod Died I was in the run like Tay-K
It was me my pack my studio and my c-K
The streets is
to the UPT where you lays on
I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone
The things you lay on
I can't even pay on
You got it, better hide it
If you
these streets he’s a fucking ape
More like gorilla
Call him Willy B
Beating on his chest
Feel it through these beats
You can call it what you want but you
person// Brody got a murder turned em to a stain they caught em splurging// this shit been the life I try to push my youngns on a different path// don’t look
(streets, streets, streets, streets)
To develop myself in a fine way
Life is a sine wave, Einstein mind in this time, space
When they try to keep, you
truth'
[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm goin try to do is
Go a little faster
Then I'm a go a lil slow
Switch upt he style a lil bit,
need some drugs call my migo nicca andela
Dis Glock up on my his a snatch yo soul take yo life away bitch
Take yo life away bitch wanna talk about money
niggas hide outs
(Lil Wayne)
Guerilla Warfare nigga what ain't no beef
Here come them boys masked up bout to flame yo street
(B.G.)
You heard
about are money
Down south we get are piece made by johnny
Down south we like to swang on glass
If you want to sixteen you better bring my cash
I'm
I'm Canadian by the way
And I love the USA (my American friend)
I love this way of life
The freedom to act and the freedom to say
Already great
So Many Niggas Been Hurt By The Streets "Rest In Peace Lo"
Everything going good when you're getting that bread
Till them fentanyl pills get caught
coming from a well close by not even seven feet deep
Street life was very rough but it made me very tough
"Ahem ahem hem" sorry I had to cough
Life in
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