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A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P. lyrics
(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 its 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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