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M - Up North Trip lyrics
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 Verse One: Prodigy 
 It all began on the street to the back of a blue police vehicle 
 Next come the bookends the way things is looking 
 It's Friday you in for a long stay gettin shackled on the bus 
 First thing come Monday hoping in your mind you'll be released one day 
 But knowing home is a place you're not going for a long while 
 Now you're up on the isle in a position that you ain't got to, refusing 
 to smile 
 But keep in mind there's a brighter day, after your time spent 
 Used to be wild, but locked up, you can't get bent 
 Thought you could hack it, now you're requesting Pee, see you fragile 
 It ain't hard to see, niggas like that don't associate with me 
 I'd rather, get busy to the third degree 
 cause the war populations are 
 If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon 
 Hit you up, leave your whole face screaming, what you in for kid 
 Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap 
 Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that 
 Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate, and I would hate 
 To set your crooked ass straight 
Chorus
 Make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife 
 Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one false move 
 And it's a up north trip 
 Livin the high life, make your moves at night, pack your heat in this warzone 
 Niggas is trife, runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one 
 false move And it's a up north trip 
Verse Two: Havoc
 You tried to dip, duck, but still got bucked, you talk too much shit 
 You should have kept your mouth shut, all that gossip 
 Motherfucker don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips 
 To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor 
 Did you a favor, tried to wet you but i grazed you 
 Pop goes the glock when there's beef on the block, chill for a while 
 Make them think the beef stop, then I creep like a thief in the night 
 It's only right, ain't no turnin back, it's on tonight, and if I get caught M - Up North Trip - http://motolyrics.com/m/up-north-trip-lyrics.html
 Then my ass is up north, straight on the course for upstate New York 
 Stress, smokin back to back cigaretttes, it popped off, gon' point in 
 the mess hall 
 But to avoid that, from head to toe, dipped in all black, hit them niggas 
 Where they pump they cracks at, Havoc, with the murder masterplan 
 Keep my nine up to par, so my shit won't jam, God forbid if my shit do 
 Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body 
 Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene, get ghost, stash 
 the pistol 
 So simple then, watch my back, lay up and relax, roll a sack, ?K-A black? 
 Find a shorty intact 
Chorus
Verse Three: Prodigy
 I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water, it oughtta 
 Drop in a half and hour, in the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil 
 Keep my eye on it so the shit won't spoil, then I pause 
 And ask God why, did he put me on the serve, just so I could die 
 I sit back and build on, all the things I did wrong, why I'm still breathing 
 And all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while 
 Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my 
 Heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can't turn it back 
 It's a part of me, too late for cryin, I'm a grown man struggling 
 To reach the next level of life, without fumbling, down to folding 
 I got no shoulder to lean on but my own, all alone in this danger zone 
 Time waits for no man, the streets grow worse, fuck the whole world kid 
 My money comes first, cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody 
 If you're not family, then you die by me, cause niggas will have you 
 locked up 
 The snitch, be a man, givin police the run down on your plans 
 We're never goin down like that, so I, shut my mouth and hold my words back 
 The legal business, forever mine, fuck payin taxes, the last kid that shitted 
 And gave police access, to my blueprints, used names as evidence 
 Skipped town and I haven't seen the snitch nigga ever since 
 The moral of the story is easy to figure out, a lesson that you can't 
 live without 
 Repeat Chorus once 
 *Livin the high life








