B.G.

Uptown Thang (Wait'n On Your Picture)

B.G.


It's an uptown Thang nigga 
From the 3 to the 13th 

As I proceed to hit the muthafuckin' weed 
I be givin' you exactly what you need 
To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it 
Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' 
Music that's non-stoppin' 
P-poppin' for the hoes 
Gangsta ass shit, for the nigga smokin' opthimals 
You know we gets busy Uptown is the clique 
Big Boy can't fuck wit us, cuz Ca$h Money is the shit 
I represent, real ass niggas fa sho 
>From the Mac to the Melph to the Calio 
Up in the Clara, V.L., the shit in between 
Bout green can't forget about Josephine 
Know what I mean? Don't get caught in none of those areas 
Or six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya 
Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me 
The B.G., you want me find me 
In the U.P.T., with the 2-2-3, ready to bust back nigga feel me 
Here's the fuckin' deal, gotta keep it real 
Gotta holla at gangsta Hot boy hard to kill 
Magnolia in effect, six co fa sho 
My girl Shavonda in effect smoke somethin' fa sho 
I'ma let my nutts hang, bang or get banged 
For life, I thought you knew that it's an 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 T-shirt waitin' on yo fuckin' picture 

I represent to the fullest, Uptown's the shit 
And the clique I'm in with nigga 2-2-6 
I keep it real for the real 
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill 
Them raps, is worth a mil 
You get killed if you get caught up with me in gangsta shit 
When I say Uptown brings it you experience 
Commence upon the drama that I present clown 
I'm uncomfortable, if in a town that's not Uptown 
Get down with all that huntin', my trigga finga glad 
To wrap around the K, and put some fire on that ass 
My nigga Yella bad but Baby G. even worse 
You ridin' in a hearse, if I grab and start clickin' first 
Headbusta Big Mo out that CP3 
Calliope, home of that dope, nigga U.P.T. 
St. Thomas got that torture, bad since '25 
That Fuji powered niggas just do it a Worldwide 
I'm high til' I die, think I'm fake nigga try 
I'm off of Texas cheddar wit U.G.K. smokin' fry 
Them Lite Riders, you run up, I told'ja I let'em hang 
Bang or get banged nigga it's an uptown thang 

Chorus 

It's me representin', comin' straight from the streets 
Of the U.P.T., it's me, the Cash money B.G. 
Lettin' you know make it relate, fuck you up with the flows 
Tell her how it goes, niggas slip see how fast I show we ain't hoes 
So recognize, I keep it real, for my niggas 
Most niggas who feel us is real Uptown niggas 
You figure, because I'm younger, that you harder 
Well keep ya head up or busta it's man slaughter 
Is you ready? To come swim in the water with the sharks 
In the dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart 
YOU'Z A HOE 
So stay on your side of the field 
On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed 
Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya 
I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown solja 
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that S.T.B. 
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 1-2-3 
So what's happenin'? I'm fuckin' wit that 17 
It's understood that I'll die for that wild 13 
So keep it real, I'm chillin' wit that World War 2 
Representin', I'm gone wit that 11th ward crew 
I smoke weed put a little dope and let my nutts hang 
To the end, I'm here to tell ya it's an Uptown thang