and relief We forfeit our lives as they make their killing, But we just want to live! The suffering of many is the wealth of a few
ya'll need to let that nigga out like keep it cool nigga shit but don't mess a nigga out I'm a grown man with kids I'll stretch a nigga out this for my
Verse:1 My hood is kurupted with nothin but killers and soldiers Off top cut throaters, get crossed up, get fucked over It's in a nigga nature to
uptown thang pussy! Chorus: Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture Uptown got'cha catchin' up the guard quicker They got a
a ass with that chopper If you playin' with me then them fifty shots gone stop ya No bullshittin' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed
My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't
'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just like that [Mac] Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus I pack a tre-deuce, got a
show yo face Would you dust me or somthin, you must know you gonna catch a case I'm a straight head bust ya Seperate and destruct ya Dont wanna have no Juvey wanna make a
slip the spot it was too late I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother Settle down wit' a silent hoe And drop a
once it's dead it's done Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch Make sure I gotta silent
figures You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause I'm gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend (Chorus) Verse:2 What make niggas
pay the bills, nigga Use the skills to hustlin to make a mill nigga For information w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill
Gave the judge a half a minute told 'dem have a nice day Suga slim and Baby got the charges threw away Gave the judge a half a minute told 'dem have a
foreal-a I get's loaded low down by a monkey So call me donkey Nigga think lame He would want to know I gets funky Beef kicked in a night parade Uptown
shit get split nigga Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers Got to be realah around all these guerrilas But it's cool I'm a young thug nigga Rough like a
I don't wanna die old, I wanna die young I wanna be a scumfuc and I wanna die young Don't wanna play in no fucking 60's band Kill me, rape me, do with
a hundred in a Honda Accord. Blood of a drug lord brain of a baller, Hand of a hustler I'm all about a dollar. Everybodies a customer nobodies a friend
!!! I can feel it, comin in the air tonight Oh looooord!!! (Heart and soul of New York City!!!!) Oh looooord!!! [Verse 2: Young Buck] (?) (*Young Buck's adlibs) Gotta take what's mine make
