A Little U T Lyrics

Song Lyrics 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 Song Lyrics