Styles P - All the Way Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda] I had to play the block, ain't have a jump shot The hood would love me if I go and get Trump shot In public school had razors in my lunch box Cutin' cla** beefin tryin' to cut ops In Jr. High oh my we're playing with hammers now We was bangin' so much, the hood got candles now If there's beef we bring to where your trap at I was popular before the gram and snapchat Aw we cuttin' off these n***as twitter fingers Aw we trigger happy BANG we hit your hitters I DM your BM, you got bodied homie She like damn they k**ed him and they got his rollie Your main chick a freak, I pay for her first body The year Pac died I caught my first body My man like damn Murda you hot still You know they tryin' to say Puff got Pac k**ed I wonder how them people that love Pac feel They like, Shug did that, that's not real But you never know. Puff got that fettuccine Let me chill, Puff might send k**ers to see me Before they was playin' Drake records We was getting these chicks wet to Mase records Basic chicks thinking they famous Cause they bartending at Lustful Aces She tryin to come up Got her body done up Got that tummy tucked She went to D R took the fat out her stomach now its all in her bu*t [Second Verse: Styles P] Sitting here watchin these n***as I see no threats. I mean none at f**ing all All the way down till I'm all the way out Nixin them dimes even pull them trays out Got a couple waps right up in your bae's house Got some bricks in the East but they ain't at Dave's house Got some K's up in Harlem but they ain't at Slay's house 2017 Imma pull that Range out You thinking 'bout the Jeep, Imma pull my aim out Cause you yellin "gang, gang" but don't know what gang about Oughtta blow your brains out, but I be on that juice I be movin' veggies in, I be movin' fruit Got a line on the plug, n***a keep me in the loop Yeah, I lost a little wait but I still ain't need a scoop Hit you in your cheek, then your face goin' droop I be yellin' "Peace!" cause I'm about peace But I could be a thousand deep on anybody's street Always go dolo on the creep with the heat I don't do Co-Ds, I don't do witnesses n***as talk that murder sh**, better know what friction is Love to hear the gun clap, that's what addiction is Always did my homework, that's what a mission is Every line burn we're the biggest, like syphilis Catch me loungin out, right there on St. Nicholas 113th, right at [?] k** one, I k** ten, then I say we even Why the f** you breathin? I don't even know it n***a Feds want us gone, we don't even grow it n***a Actin' like you know a n***a? That'll get you k**ed At least in a coma, act like you know the deal Thought you was a player, act like you know the field My n***as like the army, act like you know the drill, n***a (I don't do Co-Ds, I don't do witnesses n***as talk that murder sh**, better know what friction is...)