[Lil Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
[Yella]
Damn n***a!

[Hook:]
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)

[Verse 1: 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 muthafucka sleep and I'll wet ya down
When I creep the last thing you remember is my frown
Suckas fakin' it cuz 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 cocaine, protect my Mama
Fuck 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????)
Cuz I'm an Uptown n***a for life!
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Ya]
N***a I just touched ground I gotta get Uptown
I'm strapped and yeah I'm trapped, pushin' weight and fuckin' with that furl
And I can't stop, because it's my way of survivin'
Doin' what I gotta do to make a fuckin' living
I'm doin' my own thing
Born to let my nuts hang
I got a fresh bundle flip of dimes and now it's time to slang
I hit the set BET CHECK I'M IN EFFECT!
And if ya fall short, BITCH YA BODY I GOTS TO WET!
I gotta have it, I gots to have it silly rabbit
I'm like a fork diggin' in your heart trigger smart
Street smart, aimin' at your head in the dark
Don't make me start pluckin' at'cha bitch
They gone read my raps and say I'm straight and I never miss
Shit,I represent, that U.P.T
I'm givin' shouts 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 Moe
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 shit for the 9-6 bitch!
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Yella Boy]
I'm so wild, that I think I oughtta hang with Nate'n
And start bustin' at them boys in blue who playa hatin'
The Southern niena bursts ain't nothin' but a death 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' shit to my rivals under accounts from the assualt rifle
I'm here to dismantle and cause a defect in your life
I'm on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS
Cuz 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 shit is real, now do you feel me?
Cuz if you don't your bodies gonna get tied
For a bumpy 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
Fuck sittin' in the back of the bus, bitch 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 bitch you
[Hook] (2X)

[Lil Ya]
SAY THAT SAY THAT SAY THAT!