Lyrics: B.G.. Uptown Thang (Wait'n On Your Picture).

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 Cash 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 will 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

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 till 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

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

Once again 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.P.
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

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