B.G. f Juvenile

Round My Way

310 3 часа назад

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[B.G.]UPT baby, this how we do around my wayNiggas struggle, they struggle and they hustleBut you cant knock the hustle, feel thisNigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duckBuck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duckBaby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopperI tote this chopper, I`m quick to stop yaYou heard that I`ll drop yaI`m runnin wit some killas, we`ll break it on downYo click think they an organization, we`ll take it on downUptown in `97, it`s the place to beThey packin M-11`s nigga and 223Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayedThat`s how it be goin down around my wayV.L., UPT, The ward? 13thI represent no matter what, respect or check meLet me live through round 1, and it`s all on youI retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on youValence snort so much `til they nose get soreIt`s time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo`Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green veinSmoke blunts sometime, it`s all about that bankMy heart don`t pump lemonade, it pump battery juiceMake me pump the trigga finga up when I`m after youNow I strap a big dick by the Girbaud signYou heard I`m fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9Movin up like you got it on yo mindFlexin up for that pussy, you must don`t mind dyinI leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policyIt`s 50 G, it`s accidental so it increase to hundred GAnd when it come, properI`m louder, popperAround my way[Juvenile]Nigga, you must be real in the UPTYou would wanna be packin that steel in the UPTI know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPTNiggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT[B.G.]My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittinNiggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittinI put G`s on the map, leave brains in lapsI hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrapSee my hood straight thugged outYou in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged outYa body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved outOn V.L., it`s hell when the coke drought, you assed outWhen you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, niggaWhen you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deepYou think six feet deep `cause you know I killYou spot me comin up the block, I`m in black wit a sparkle grillYou see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppersPlayin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got yaRest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 `til deathThug `til he die, now my nigga at restRunnin ounces by the half, birds by the halfWhatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the halfMy people Big Stan, Uptown open shopFunky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whopIf you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookinFo` you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookinIf you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the KIf you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way[Juvenile]Nigga, you must be real in the UPTYou would wanna be packin that steel in the UPTI know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPTNiggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT[B.G.]Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fledNiggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fedCatchin cases every week, misdemeanors and feloniesPlayin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousyIf you ball then you hated onIf you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited onCaveman, dats my nigga bitchMook brother Pete we on Valence `cause we all in the clickMan Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott yaNigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnasI`ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did `em foulI had to watch `em get pulled out from under a fuckin houseHe didn`t diserve itJoe Casey is an old GI take his advice, he one of the old G`s on Valence streetFunk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon` touch downSoon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptownYa think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street>From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I seeHe down wit meMy nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon` surviveBut Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shyNigga gon` bring noise like a drummerEverybody gettin outta jail, it`s gon` be a hot summerBetter dare yo thinkin and be ready to sprayIf not...You gon` get bucked down nigga, around my way[B.G.]Aww, manI just got one more verse

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