Various Artists – Up Up Away Lyrics
Artist: Various Artists
Song: Up Up Away
Aye, aye, this the dream, this the Dreamville, right?
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I’m up, I’m paid
The funds I make can break the bank (Facts)
I break ya face (Facts)
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block (Uh, uh) you tweak, get shot (Finna get high, finna get)
I bleed the block (Uh, look), you tweak, get shot (Oh ****)
I squeeze, then I leave
Bet a motha****a die before me
I know my rights but I’d be wrong if I don’t ride with the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Since you left, I ain’t been right, so I got the rifle on me (Damn)
I don’t need *****s fightin’ for me (Nah)
Get a ***** nose wiped for me (No), spitefully
A opp got popped (Whoa), diddy da (Diddy da), ha-ha
Left on read, dot-dot-dot
Doot-doot-doot, knock-knock at the door, ***** what’s new
Lil’ ***** with the broom finna brush you
Line a ***** up and fade cut you
Cut it out, you can’t knock the hustle
‘Cause when I bust I’m Jamarcus Russell
No Ryan Leaf, damn livin’ hard, baby
Dyin’ easy as dinosaurs, Mayan prophecies (Nah)
Michelangelo (Yeah), Maya Angelou, now I’m ramblin’ (No, oh my God)
Take ya panties off and make man of me (Yeah, yeah)
Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (Whoa)
Man, gun in my pants, roll up and I’ma defend (Yeah, yeah)
Sayin’, “You with your mans?” (I’m with the, I’m with the)
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I’m up, I’m paid
The funds I make can break the bank
I break ya face, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot (Ayy, ayy)
Pay me, run on ATL
I got Picassos in my crib (Uh-huh), I up and squeeze (Uh-huh)
No three AG’s (Yeah), I keep El Chapos in my crib
No Toronto, I got six (Uh-uh), big revolvers like I’m Clint (Uh-huh)
Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her, Tyler Perry
Halle Berry, I might crash in that ***** for real
Know they got to blow a bag when they book me for real
Ain’t nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed
Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal
Just made a order for a lawyer, bron’em facin’ appeal
My guy’s a real upstandin’ brother, on occasion he kills
We not actin’, we don’t need no activation for kills
I’ll cut your onion, crush your muffin
I’m a gangsta like Grillz
I got a lightbulb over my head
Got a play that I’m about to manifest
They should document a ***** followin’
A ***** hypnotizin’ ’em like I’m Simon Says
American Terrorist, homebred
Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead
Playin’ Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers
You don’t even care, you don’t believe in God
You got a Caesar cut, you ain’t even off
I used to be the plug, now I’m supercharged
Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa
No days off, I can’t do my job
12:34, I catch the clock
On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart
Run the spades, hit the club
Pull ya card on the wave, rock the boat, Amistad
Hoppin’ out the hotbox, now they outta pocket
Feel like Pac, what you can’t get I been unlockin’
If you ain’t ****, you end up shot
Love yo ***** but all that pillow-talkin’ how you end up caught
Shut yo mouth, sayin’ what you saw, that’s a fatal flaw
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base, I’m up, I’m paid
The funds I make can break the bank
I break ya face, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot, I bleed the block
You tweak, get shot
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Release Year: 1996