Round My Way (Single 2005)

Текст песни Juvenile feat B.G. - Round My Way (Single 2005)

UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this

Nigga, I be coming with that drama that you cant even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck
Baby gangster, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop you
You heard that I'll drop you

I'm running with some killers, we'll break it on down
You click think they an organization, we'll take it on down

Uptown in 97, it's the place to be
They packing M-11's nigga and two-two-three
Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be going down around my way
VL, UPT, the ward? thirteenth

I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round one, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags aint doing the job no more

Now a needle and some dope, tap that green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigger finger up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign

You heard I'm fucking your bitch, so you grabbing your nine
Moving up like you got it on your mind
Flexing up for that pussy, you must don't mind dying

I leave your folks crying, you won't take out the policy
It's fifty G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G
And when it come, proper
I'm louder, popper
Around my way

Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
You would wanna be packing that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them youngstars creep in the UPT
Niggas be leaving them white sheets in the UPT

My block is hot with killers, ATF be hitting
Niggas slangin and snorting, if we spitting we splitting
I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps
I hit the stage with drama, starting niggas to scrap
See my hood straight thugged out
You in my hood slipping, nigga you get drugged out

Your body laying there, but your spirit is shoved out
On VL, it's hell when the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep

You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill
You spot me coming up the block, I'm in black with a sparkle grill
You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers
Playing wit them hoes, nigga slip we got you

Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, thirteen 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest
Running ounces by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the half

My people Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, ten dollars a whop
If you real you make it, fake you ass get shooking

For you can look, you hit bitch, your life get tooking
If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K
If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way

Nigga, you must be real in the UPT
You would wanna be packing that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them youngsters as creep in the UPT
Niggas be leaving them white sheets in the UPT

Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catching cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies

Playing hating is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you ball then you hated on
If you do bad that's what bitch niggas done waited on

Caveman, that's my nigga bitch
Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click

Man Pookie took a fall, this hoe trying to rott your
Nigga I got your, just stay click tight with all the partners

I'ma watch your, Hooley Hoo nigga did them foul
I had to watch them get pulled out from under a fucking house
He didn't diserve it
Joe Casey is an old G

I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon touch down
Soon as your thinking, think hustling down uptown

Your think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street
From that thirteenth, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see, he down with me

My nigga Pete just got two years, he gon survive
But Lil Popeye looking at five, that ain't shy
Nigga gon bring noise like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon be a hot summer

Better dare yo thinking and be ready to spray
If not, you gon get bucked down nigga, around my way

Aww, man
I just got one more verse