Unlv - Uptown 4 Life Lyrics[lil ya]Maaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!! we need to run that....u.p.t. for life!!!!!!![yella]Damn nigga![chorus-yella, lil ya, & tec-9]Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun(we live by the gun, we die by the gun)Get into it with a nigga gotta tote my gun,It's plain to see, you can't change me i'm a uptown nigga for life! (2x)[1st verse-tec-9]Nigga it's judgment day, can you face these 3 niggas actin' recklessJack ya for your necklace, the rhyme specialistsSportier than the sport itself, droppin' these bustas like flies, i despiseAs i shoot ya down look me in my eyes,And you will know, you wouldn't have to think ya biggerBecause you know, that i'm the one who pulled the triggerBloody bodies 226 hit niggaBloody bodies i'm wettin' up your hilfigerStep aside nigga uptown is on the way>from the mac melph calio all strapped with k'sCatch a mutha*****a sleep and i'll wet ya downWhen i creep the last thing you remember is my frownSuckas fakin' it cuz a nigga from the u be makin' itYou can call me the 9-6 pissy bomb,You can call me the 9-7 deionThis clique this clique be fully equipped, equippedDisrespect the 2-2-6 and you get whipped, flipped, chippedBack to bustaland,I know you see the semi-automatic that i'm holdin' in my right handI got a closet full of t-shirts with homies on emWonderin' when my face is gonna be on oneI find myself gettin' off into alot of dramaProtect the cocaine, protect my mama***** chasin', i'm waitin' patient in your daughterYou underestimated me, but i'm rock hardThe game's the same, you disrespect you lose your brain(why tec????)Cuz i'm an uptown nigga for life![chorus][2nd verse-lil ya]Nigga i just touched ground i gotta get uptownI'm strapped and yeah i'm trapped, pushin' weight and *****in' with that furlAnd i can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'Doin' what i gotta do to make a *****in' livingI'm doin' my own thingBorn to let my nuts hangI got a fresh bundle full of dimes and now it's time to slangI hit the set bet check i'm in effect!And if ya fall short, ***** ya body i gots to wet!I gotta have it, i gots to have it silly rabbitI'm like fork diggin' in your heart trigger smartStreet smart, aimin' at your head in the darkDon't make me start pluckin' at'cha *****They gone read my raps and say i'm straight and i never missShit,i represent, that u.p.t.I'm givin' shots to my homies off of valence streetMuch love to them niggas with the 2-23'sAnd all the ballas, playas, and gangstas that run with meMy dog sloop, my nigga nu-nu, tony, fat, shortyWee, lil tee, wild jack and my uncle hardyTee, that nigga b.g., herc, and nicoI had rights done to say the gangstas rest in peace thoughGary, lil wallace, fred, nookie, and lil' tyronJamie, laurie, pops, p, and my homie byronLevi, ty, mike, jake, and my people snakeUptown's the shit for the 9-6 *****![chorus][3rd verse-yella]I'm so wild, that i think i oughtta hang with niggasAnd start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'The southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death circleLil' children gettin' sliced while they watchin' urkelIt's five o clock, nigga you bouts to loose your kneesIt's snaps boys who be totin' them 2-23'sOr watch me ball on the heat back in '83On top of that here come the po-po's rest in peace they will beDon't try to dodge us, chances slim as rogerI bucks roger's, pourin' hits like the dodgersI'm all about survival, and dead on arrivalBlowin' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifleI'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your lifeI'm on a rampage, time to gather all the gatsCuz i'll come through, and i'ma leave you haters on the flatsAnd you'd wish me, that i'm a nigga who don't handle bizWe live by the trig, we die by the trigEvidently, you done made a weak, freak moveI break crews goin' chop hittin' non-stopAnd i was taught to make your heart stop, body dropNow tears drop, nigga you done picked him off my blockAnd that's why you got served, nigga you must learnYou fall short, the desert eagle's gonna make you burnThe shit is real, now do you feel me?Cuz if you don't your bodies gonna get tiedFor a long ride,In my trunk, i wonder, if harriet tubman had the chanceWould she have learned to do the eddie bauer dance?Wow, how, quickly would we have got in that water for her?Sellin' quarters***** sittin' in the back of the bus, ***** gimme this busI woulda did more than fussI would have upped a big pistol, guns from the 2-2-6Black connection you ***** you[chorus] (2x)[lil ya]Say that say that say that!