A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P. lyrics |
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(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck) [Skip] Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all And only cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all [Tony Yayo] I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off Nigga tryin to flip and it's a Mexican stand off I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal [Chorus - 2X] Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine |
A littlE bit of ecstacy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga [Lloyd Banks] Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha And the swallow game major These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams And they ain't fill ins, they fiends Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on the run |
[Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo' You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin you want, play us awful hard [50 Cent] My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme 745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc Method cut the coke, 50 no joke I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya |
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