[Intro]
It`s all about the 6 figgas
You ballin nigga if you got five figgas
[Verse 1]
I got my AK nigga, and I`m quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ??? murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. nigga
I`m on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas
Uptown is where you catch me doin` dirt, gun slangin
Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I`m bangin
I ain`t no ho, my heart don`t pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I`ll hit ya, I promise I`ll split ya
Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs
I`m the definition of a thug
My whole click sellin drugs
Ain`t no love, if ya outside the CMB
We risin, drivin Lexus and big body
Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales
But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell
F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth
Whatever you do, or how you do, it`s all on you
Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G`s
This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn`t believe
What I go through and what I see, it`s amazin
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I`m calculatin
Hoes catchin masturbation, shit`s a trip
But I`m bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
Nigga don`t slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe I`ll rip a nigga shit for it
[Chorus]
In my city it`s a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill
It`s bout havin thangs, that`s why I want a mill (2x)
[Verse 2]
Nigga don`t you trip cause I done came up on a lick
And I`m servin thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me
I`ll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key
We got coke floatin through that U.P.T.
Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don`t let the age fool ya
Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for manslaughter
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off
Cause Uptown, there`s no hesitation to set it off
Load it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don`t give a fuck
I`m checkmatin niggas, that`s on the real, so wuz happenin
I`m full of that dope, scratchin, and I`m bout that action
Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path
I`m mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had
That`s sad, you stun`n, jepardisin ya wig
Doin` that petty hustlin, ain`t comin up on shit
What`s the reason, bein on the block all day
You ain`t got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
You`ll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Spark the beef up like a lighter, i`m a gangsta rap writer
Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow
Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished
Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis
Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin
Can`t calm me down, cause I`m from Uptown
Call me, it`s war wit an army, wit tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from `em
I don`t give a fuck, if I did `em, then I done `em
Take notes, bitches always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke
I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke
I hustle hard for what I want, if I don`t then I`m a broke nigga
Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga
[Chorus]
[Talking: B.G.]
I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket
On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten
EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the Hummer
For the summer
