B. Gizzle

Round My Way

B. Gizzle


UPT baby, this how we do around my way 
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle 
But you cant knock the hustle, feel this 

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck 
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant 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 killas, 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 nigga 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 aint 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 fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9 
Movin up like you got it on yo mind 
Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin 
I leave ya folks cryin, you wont 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] 
Nigga, 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 
Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT 

[B.G.] 
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin 
Niggas 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 niggas to scrap 
See my hood straight thugged out 
You in my hood slippin, nigga 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 assed out 
When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga 
When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep 
You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill 
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, nigga slip we got ya 
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death 
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga 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 ass get shookin 
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin 
If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K 
If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way 

[Juvenile] 
Nigga, 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 
Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT 

[B.G.] 
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled 
Niggas 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 bitch niggas done waited on 
Caveman, dats my nigga bitch 
Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click 
Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya 
Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas 
I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul 
I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin 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 aint, Lil Baby just hit the street 
>From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see 
He down wit me 
My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive 
But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy 
Nigga 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 nigga, around my way 

[B.G.] 
Aww, man 
I just got one more verse