U.N.L.V. - Uptown 4 Life lyrics

(Lil Ya) MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!! (Yella) Damn n***a! (Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9) Get Into It With A n***a Gotta Tote My Gun (WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN) Get Into It With A n***a Gotta Tote My Gun, It's plain to see, you can't change me I'm a Uptown n***a for life! (2X) (1st Verse-Tec-9) n***a it's judgment day, can you face these 3 n***as 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 n***a BLOODY BODIES I'm wettin' up your Hilfiger Step aside n***a Uptown is on the way >From the Mac Melph Calio all strapped with K's Catch a muthaf**ka sleep and I'll wet ya down When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown s**as fakin' it 'cause a n***a 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 c**aine, protect my Mama F**k 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????) 'cause I'm an Uptown n***a for life! (Chorus) (2nd Verse-Lil Ya) n***a I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and f**kin' with that furl And I can't stop, because it's my way of survivin' Doin' what I gotta do to make a f**kin' 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, b*tch 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 b**h They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I never miss sh**,I represent, that U.P.T. I'm givin' shots to my homies off of Valence street Much love to them n***as with the 2-23's And all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with me My dog Sloop, my n***a Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy Tee, that n***a 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 sh** for the 9-6 b**h! (Chorus) (3rd Verse-Yella) I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with n***as And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin' The Southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a d**h circle Lil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' Urkel It's five o clock, n***a 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' sh** to my rivals under accounts from the a**ualt rifle I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS 'cause I'll come through, and I'ma leave you haters on the flats And you'd wish me, that I'm a n***a 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, n***a you done picked him off my block And that's why you got served, n***a you must learn You fall short, the desert Eagle's gonna make you burn The sh** is real, now do you feel me? 'cause 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 F**k sittin' in the back of the bus, b**h 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 b**h you (Chorus) (2X) (Lil Ya) SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!