Uptown 4 Life Lyrics by Unlv

Uptown 4 Life Lyrics

    [lil ya]

    Maaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!! we need to run that....u.p.t. for life!!!!!!!

    [yella]
    Damn nigga!

    [chorus-yella, lil ya, & tec-9]

    Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun
    (we live by the gun, we die by the gun)
    Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,
    It's plain to see, you can't change me i'm a uptown nigga for life! (2x)

    [1st verse-tec-9]

    Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' reckless
    Jack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialists
    Sportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, i despise
    As i shoot ya down look me in my eyes,
    And you will know, you wouldn't have to think ya bigger
    Because you know, that i'm the one who pulled the trigger
    Bloody bodies 226 hit nigga
    Bloody bodies i'm wettin' up your hilfiger
    Step aside nigga uptown is on the way
    >from the mac melph calio all strapped with k's
    Catch a muthafucka sleep and i'll wet ya down
    When i creep the last thing you remember is my frown
    Suckas fakin' it cuz a nigga from the u be makin' it
    You can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,
    You can call me the 9-7 deion
    This clique this clique be fully equipped, equipped
    Disrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chipped
    Back to bustaland,
    I know you see the semi-automatic that i'm holdin' in my right hand
    I got a closet full of t-shirts with homies on em
    Wonderin' when my face is gonna be on one
    I find myself gettin' off into alot of drama
    Protect the cocaine, protect my mama
    Fuck chasin', i'm waitin' patient in your daughter
    You underestimated me, but i'm rock hard
    The game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain
    (why tec????)
    Cuz i'm an uptown nigga for life!

    [chorus]

    [2nd verse-lil ya]

    Nigga i just touched ground i gotta get uptown
    I'm strapped and yeah i'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl
    And i can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
    Doin' what i gotta do to make a fuckin' living
    I'm doin' my own thing
    Born to let my nuts hang
    I got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slang
    I hit the set bet check i'm in effect!
    And if ya fall short, bitch ya body i gots to wet!
    I gotta have it, i gots to have it silly rabbit
    I'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
    Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
    Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
    They gone read my raps and say i'm straight and i never miss
    Shit,i represent, that u.p.t.
    I'm givin' shots to my homies off of valence street
    Much love to them niggas with the 2-23's
    And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me
    My dog sloop, my nigga nu-nu, tony, fat, shorty
    Wee, lil tee, wild jack and my uncle hardy
    Tee, that nigga b.g., herc, and nico
    I had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace though
    Gary, lil wallace, fred, nookie, and lil' tyron
    Jamie, laurie, pops, p, and my homie byron
    Levi, ty, mike, jake, and my people snake
    Uptown's the shit for the 9-6 bitch!

    [chorus]

    [3rd verse-yella]

    I'm so wild, that i think i oughtta hang with niggas
    And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
    The southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circle
    Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' urkel
    It's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your knees
    It's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23's
    Or watch me ball on the heat back in '83
    On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will be
    Don't try to dodge us, chances slim as roger
    I bucks roger's, pourin' hits like the dodgers
    I'm all about survival, and dead on arrival
    Blowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
    I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
    I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the gats
    Cuz i'll come through, and i'ma leave you haters on the flats
    And you'd wish me, that i'm a nigga who don't handle biz
    We live by the trig, we die by the trig
    Evidently, you done made a weak, freak move
    I break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stop
    And i was taught to make your heart stop, body drop
    Now tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my block
    And that's why you got served, nigga you must learn
    You fall short, the desert eagle's gonna make you burn
    The shit is real, now do you feel me?
    Cuz if you don't your bodies gonna get tied
    For a long ride,
    In my trunk, i wonder, if harriet tubman had the chance
    Would she have learned to do the eddie bauer dance?
    Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her?
    Sellin' quarters
    Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch gimme this bus
    I woulda did more than fuss
    I would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6
    Black connection you bitch you

    [chorus] (2x)

    [lil ya]

    Say that say that say that!

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