Mannie Fresh - Round My Way lyrics

[B.G.] UPT baby, this how we do around my way n***as struggle, they struggle and they hustle But you can't knock the hustle, feel this n***a, I be comin wit dat drama that you can't even duck Buck, buck, off the top, n***a you can't 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 k**as, 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 n***a 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 ain't 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 f**in yo b**h, so you grabbin yo 9 Movin up like you got it on yo mind Flexin up for that p**y, you must don't mind dyin I leave ya folks cryin, you won't 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] n***a, 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 n***as be leavin them white sheets in the UPT [B.G.] My block is hot wit k**as, ATF be hittin n***as 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 n***as to scrap See my hood straight thugged out You in my hood slippin, n***a 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 a**ed out When you hear my name, n***a, you hear my street, n***a When you hear my street, n***a, you think six feet deep You think six feet deep cause you know I k** 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, n***a slip we got ya Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til d**h Thug 'til he die, now my n***a 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 a** get shookin Fo' you can look, you hit b**h, yo life get tookin If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K If you ain't from Uptown, stay from round my way [Juvenile] n***a, 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 n***as be leavin them white sheets in the UPT [B.G.] Around my way n***a hustle, from crooked cops we fled n***as 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 b**h n***as done waited on Caveman, dats my n***a b**h Mook brother Pete we on Valence cause we all in the click Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya n***a I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo n***a did 'em foul I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a f**in 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 ain't, Lil Baby just hit the street ]From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the n***a see what I see He down wit me My n***a Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that ain't shy n***a 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 n***a, around my way [B.G.] Aww, man I just got one more verse