B.G. [talking]   Wassup   Ahh.... Wassup      Verse 1   Hard times got a nigga in all black    I'm gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at   I need a hit nigga   I can't quit nigga   Get in my way and your shit get split nigga   Uptown is a cage for monkeys and killers   Got to be realah around all these guerrilas   But it's cool I'm a young thug nigga   Rough like a rug nigga ain't scared to plug nigga   I was turned out at an early age   On V.L. not afraid the rocks and the twelth gauge   Raised like a slave caught up in that thirteenth cage   On that dust ready bust   Plus blunts got a nigga don't give a fuck   I hope you got your vest on   If you don't when the K blast you won't have your chest on   Nigga now you get your rest on   Brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone   Motherfucker      (Chorus)   What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad   Is it the silver packs Is it the nickel bags?   What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad   Is it the twenty sacks ? Is it the silver packs?   What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad   Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel bags?   What the fuck is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad   Is the silver packs? Is it the twenty sacks?      Verse 2   All I wanted was to be comfortable with a lot of mil   (million)   And I'm risking going to jail and gettin' left stale   I'm gettin' tired of this all day block shit    Cock glock with this rock after rock shit   Could it be me servin' for twenty,    2-5, 11-5, or the muthafuckin' even 5   And I'm servin' 4 and a half to 28   And I might front it if you come straight it and not late   Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthafuckin' grape   I ain't gonna be stingy with the yah because I ain't fake   But now all I got is the nikel piece now   Struggling with it tryin' to get on my feet now   I'm on a hunt for some A-K funk    Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the trunk   Over this nigga they got a contract   I gots to have that give me the mad mask in the all black   Muthafucker      (Chorus)   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel bags?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the twenty sacks or is it the silver packs?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the silver packs or is it the twenty sacks?      Verse 3   My pockets empty and I'm loaded that just don't match   Two and two together that's why where the fuck I'm at   On my ass tryin' to make a power move    Servin niggaz two birds of flour it's sour but it's a come up fool   I'm on that dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive    How am I stay high stay shive and get mine   I can't do it so I gotta try to kick the habit   Or that million I want I might not never have it   So I got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose close   Or I'm gonna end up drove with no hoes    It's all about the fuckin' feddy, the mil   The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the scale   I can not fail to hit the top of the charts   Young with heart I survive off street smarts   Play with me clips slide in the K   Play whit me I'll spin your bin every day   I refuse to lose I paid dues to jump   I'm on a come up I I got the twelth gauge on pump   Busted heads clips thrown my way    Bustin' heads to let you know I don' t play    I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get down   Hands clap when I get down doing bad Uptown      (Chorus)   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel bags?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the dime bags or is it the silver packs?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the nickel bags or is it the twenty sacks?   What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?   Is it the nickel bags or is it the dime bags?      Talking   What the fuck is it   I don't know    Nigga   Don't let that stop you from handling your issues