Round My Way Lyrics

Round My Way lyrics

[B.G.]

 UPT baby, this how we do around my way

 Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle

 But you cant knock the hustle, feel this

 

 Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant even duck

 Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even duck

 Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper

 I tote this chopper, I'm quick to stop ya

 You heard that I'll drop ya

 I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down

 Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on down

 Uptown in '97, it's the place to be

 They packin M-11's nigga and 223

 Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed

 That's how it be goin down around my way

 V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th

 I represent no matter what, respect or check me

 Let me live through round 1, 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 doin the job no mo'

 Now a needle and some dope, tap dat 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 trigga finga up when I'm after you

 Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign

 You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9

 Movin up like you got it on yo mind

 Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind dyin

 I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy

 It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to hundred G

 And when it come, proper

 I'm louder, popper

 Around my way

 

 [Juvenile]

 Nigga, you must be real in the UPT

 You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT

 I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT

 Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT

 

 [B.G.]

 My block is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin

 Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin

 I put G's on the map, leave brains in laps

 I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to scrap

 See my hood straight thugged out

 You in my hood slippin, nigga you get drugged out

 Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is shoved out

 On V.L., 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 comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill

 You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and choppers

 Playin wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya

 Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death

 Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at rest

 Runnin 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, 10 dollars a whop

 If you real you make it, fake yo ass get shookin

 Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get tookin

 If you think, stay put, or feel the fire from the K

 If you aint from Uptown, stay from round my way

 

 [Juvenile]

 Nigga, you must be real in the UPT

 You would wanna be packin that steel in the UPT

 I know you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT

 Niggas be leavin them white sheets in the UPT

 

 [B.G.]

 Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled

 Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed

 Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies

 Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy

 If you ball then you hated on

 If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done waited on

 Caveman, dats my nigga bitch

 Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click

 Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya

 Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the partnas

 I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul

 I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin 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 ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown

 Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the street

 From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see

 He down wit me

 My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive

 But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, that aint shy

 Nigga gon' bring noise like a drummer

 Everybody gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer

 Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray

 If not...

 You gon' get bucked down nigga, around my way

 

 [B.G.]

 Aww, man

 I just got one more verse