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Uncle Murda

"Cruising Uptown"

[Intro]
Shout to my homie Tri0 Productions
Produced the last track, when we ride alone
Big shout out to the homie Neek Bucks, A-Mafia
(Cruising uptown) Shout to Half
(Where our God made the pull)
Shout out to Dunkin Diamond on this track right here
(Gettin this money , just like paid in full)
Sammi J on the hook
(Cruising uptown where our God made the pull)
Straight Style Magazine
(Gettin this money, just like paid in full)

[Verse 1]
Yow, I be making Dane from different races (yeah)
Taking Plans to different places, in a terrain, champagne we sipping cases
Celebrating, cause we elevating, see these lame n*ggas in it
But we never hating, we just crack jokes at all these wack folkes
Stack notes, swimming in your b*tch , doing back strokes
Pack toast, my mac roast, from them snakes that like to act close
I can't stomach the fake sh*t like am lactose intolerant
Bad b*tch you see me and they hollering, BV's on the callering
See me am bringing dollars in (money)
On a lookout for detees and am palloring, and we throw the biggest cookouts
Cause see me, I got a following (come on), and drops on my neck freezing
Mixtape bout to drop and my album coming next season (next season)
Am the best breathing (best breathing), me and my n*ggas Devious in the Lex breezing
Vroom (vroom, vroom)

[Chorus]
(Cruising uptown where our God made the pull)
Sammi J wad up?
(Gettin this money, just like paid in full)
Don't forget Straight Style Magazine
Number one magazine out here
(Cruising uptown where our God made the pull)
Original this magazine
(Gettin this money, just like paid in full)
Worldwide, we got this]

[Verse 2]
All I ever wanted was mans and be my drop tops
Rollie on, middle of the hall, my Nike, High tops
Started in the road, now we watch the game from the skybox
Have they setters gone for thirty, am thinking why not (why not)
Having conversations, we popping over mojitos
They said he out the game can't afford to live with no C.O's
In his 40's now, Telling me all this sh*t, that only he know
Smile about the times he had b*tches and bussing cliko
The moral is, the n*gga is been losing fast as he get it
To work hard and watch for the suckers handle your business
Rather control my temperature, the Preacher told me hell's hot
Bilisdigo, coke can white, looking like shell tops
Rob a n*gga gold, get the money, smoking in them real spot
Making sales, mamma taught I was checking the mailbox
God gave me a gift to tell my story, n*ggas guess what? (What?)
Bucki baking soda, next stop, the best stop

[Chorus]
Cruising uptown where our God made the pull
Gettin this money, just like paid in full
Cruising uptown where our God made the pull
Gettin this money, just like paid in full

[Verse 3]
I was born that gray era
Mommy gave birth to a change, I was raised in the methor
Few blocks away Malcolm died giving his lecture
That's why when I perform I'm always holding a ecklar
But cut four foot for the eckler's, throw a bottle on my stage
I bet you need more than a stretcher (bet that)
When I lose you better make the respect yuh
I put a few n*ggas in coma for talking reckless
I'm telling my n*ggas now, keep my name out your rackets
Or they go have to identify you by dental records (warning)
Am talking head shots, whoever with you was next
Now it's candle lightning, your picture on n*ggas chest
Picture losing your breath, seeing Lucifer in the flesh
Picture me killing your mom before you laid to rest (picture that)
You out here playing games, they raise me to play for keeps
I still ride through Harlem, less K in the backseat
When I ride through n*ggas bop, and look like a track meet
Hit caught slipping like Ricky on one a them backstreets
Highing with 'em hits, n*ggas know what this sh*t
With the hazards, jump out and give you the whole clip
Go home, change clothes, them come back through your strip
Looking for the rest a them Fa*ts you ran with (where they at?)
Motherf*cker this ain't music, this really how am moving
The game wide open and it's time for me to move in

[Chorus]
Cruising uptown where our God made the pull
Gettin this money, just like paid in full
This feel so good, you heard
Cruising uptown where our God made the pull
Shout out to all Harlem, The whole BX, wad up! Uptown
Gettin this money, just like paid in full

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