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First off, shout out to uptown And all of the straps hanging on my uptowns Fake niggas wanna say what's up now They know I'm on it so they wanna dodge the bus now Well, I'mma still run your ass over 'no pants over, same short chubby nigga that they passed over 'I'mma do it do the death, I'm going for the kill, no bff's Got my own text, I don't need a breath Pussy I lead bloody period, PMS Thinking you got a winner you can keep it up Your girl is a dot, you don't mean nothing I been toured down in the trunk, fuck the high times and I only saw her once That's a hell of a night, she got a hell of a frame I'm one hell of a man and you's a motherfucking lame Act right or there'll be nothing left upon you I put money on you like I'm betting on you My heart's no feeling there, where I'm from we turn niggas to disappearing acts His baby mother called but he never hit her back 'Cause he in the bacon house dead, sleeping with the rats Grew up with the Gs so I know how to read a track Alphabet boys think a nigga can't hit 'em' I'm just too cool, call me Millz D. Williams, I move too smooth No Colt 45, though, but he caught 45, though, I got a 45 low Uptown hustler till I go ' I'm a motherfucking guard uptown, and since 'died I been the king of them bars uptown And every day my squad uptown ' Whoever ain't feeling this, fuck 'em, man' Turn half of the chump shooters into goons and hitters Used to look up to the cheese back in 1993 Now the young kids looking up to me, Milzz, nigga From Letras Mania