A Lil Bit Of Everything U.T.P.

[Verse 1: Skip]

Every time 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, told 'em "Move and I'ma 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

[Verse 2: 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 seeing Beth, I ain't got time for Jacob

I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off

Nigga tryin' to flip and it's a Mexican standoff

I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil

Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal

[Chorus]

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

I put the two mags up to your durag and rock-a-bye baby

I'm in the blue Jag with new tags in case you wan' 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

[Verse 4: 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 Daysha

And the swallow game major

These cowards ain't gangsta

They tellin' you lies by sellin' you dreams

And they ain't felons, 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]

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything

[Verse 5: 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 bars

My nigga, we don't cut it, we serve it raw

Got anythin' you want, play us awful hard

[Verse 6: 50 Cent]

My 22's bling, so niggas scheme

745 I clean, digital scale nigga, fuck a triple beam

Coffee pot to cook coke, dro 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 talons do to ya

[Chorus]

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything

Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine

Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin

A little bit of ecstasy

That's why your bitch want to be next to me

We sell a little bit of everything