Nigga, second line badge where my peeps get killed
I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures
I be down in the cut me
R.I.P. T shirts, nigga to remember the real
Bridge and make a left
And you can't get no buss pass
Sportin' Tee's to remind ya we still
Now if you looking for me, playa
And now it's back to the Calliope
Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life
I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th
On the slick doe 'cause they pulling akickdoes
Pussy poppers and body droppers
It's going down, baby, I'm with my rounds, baby
And I think it was them nigga out that Thomas
I'll be hangin' uptown
With my niggas
You get your hands on a a bird
From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope
Feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block
Or come in that Calliope and get me
But now he's trying to change his life
And if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya
Suga bear, suga bear
Them po po's sweating the block
And that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots
Uptown, baby, don't clown, baby
There is a million coke spots with no coke to serve
To get your ski mask and get a click
Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock
I represent it lil daddy
When I'm down in the city
Don't say a word
We make a move and bounce the House of Blues
Suga bear, suga bear
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
And uptown is the place where I chill and hang
We be tearing shit up
Crooked cops and quarter shops
Uptown CP3, nigga, my block stay hot
Now let me take you to the land of the choppers
My lil cousin Jimmy did 8
Boo Gee and Tee Dee
'Bout that murder, murder and sucking dick
Full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop
You wanna get with me then hit me
You rally dirty war, nigga, I got it on lock
Suga bear, suga bear
Hoody Hoo, run forest, here comes the cops
The driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code
'Cause it's a Calliope thing
And that Rose Tavern
Uptown, ya heard me? Calliope 36-49, go cross the Bra
Where gonna always be with cha
Look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P
When the cop shopper
I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3
When them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla, oop, oop
When you see them, nigga, swerve in the Lexus
For real ask Whine and Eyes
They got that Nolia on lock
But you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see
They hit cha but ask Victor
But make sure it, niggas, you been fucking with get a bitch
(it's back to the Calliope)
(Hangin')
Just like Slim and Marcello
Blow some ganja in your memories
Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes
'Cause they had them black macs and bombers
