6 Block (Remix)

We really bounce out, broad day like it's a sport

I ain't in given passes, can't hang? Stay on the porch

It's time to play ball and I ain't talking on the court

Catch a **** out of bounds and I'm quick to go up the score

This the hand I was dealt, I ain't pick my own road

Tired of Slaving on that block, man that shit getting old

Thuggin' with a toolie on me it ain't the the shit that I chose

And when them **** killed my Dad, I swear to God I ain't froze

It took a minute, but I went and and did my thing with that pole

When you slide in the streets, it ain't a option to fold

I hit that cell back to back, bitch, I stood ten toes

If you put them on my shoes, these lil' boys would've told

Summertime where I'm from in these streets, it get cold

You ain't welcome around here, you get stripped for your gold

I got it on me, let it blow if any **** get close

Big blower, run up on me, knock you out of your clothes

Your big homie, he a bitch out getting trained by a hoe

Poppin' hatchin' through the net, you must think you bold

30 stick with the beam, quick to snatch me a soul

Bitch, I'm from that 6 block, on Fishburn Ave I'm well known

All that shit you be rappin', that's what I'm really livin'

I'm bare face, walk up on you, I'ma show you who did it

The second side real scary, only slide with a ten

Mama tellin' me, "Slow down, baby boy, you so gifted"

I'm still thuggin' down the ride, so don't get my name twisted

Ain't shit changed, 'cause I'm rapping, I'll still knock of his fitted

Still the same block boy every day in my section

I be really in these streets where it's known to get hectic

Stop cappin', you ain't slick, you ain't been on a mission

I done been up on a high block and did something wicked

Ask them **** politicking, man, they'll tell you I'm trippin'

I'm kicking doors and cracking safes, every day I'm addicted

Flying cases back to back, I gotta watch what I mention

I know these **** out to get me, so I'm clutchin' the weapon

I'ma go to jail for life before I end up in Heaven

You gotta practice what you preach or we gonna teach you a lesson

Hope we meet it up in person, like you said when you textin'

Like you said when you textin'

Or we gon' teach you a lesson

I hope we meet it up in person, like you said when you textin'

All the money in the world don't mean nothin'

When it ain't no real loyalty amongst us (Word to mother)

I'm still yellin', "Fuck the world", **** thuggin'

Took them trips and they can never take that from us

Word to my Mama, I put in work with the Lama

All we cook is Carne asada, I got a squad full of shotters

And they don't play about your fourth, ****

(Ha) Hey all that playin'll get you tormented

(Ha) Double lapped them on the score and they forfeited

Just bought a Phantom, fuck you think I finna' pour in it?

Tell the ones up on my spot, they gotta kill me for it (What up?)

Solicit albums to the label, I made a million for it (Yeah)

Came home to a Benz, that ain't no rented foreign

Somebody tell Deezy I miss him and I'm still livin' for him

You know it's from the top 'cause **** still at war

HGM and 6 Block until the sucker score, it's fourth

Like Mozzy said, we still at war, so it's from up top

Keep a Glock hot for the opps 'cause they pray I flop

Heard they still want me dead, so we start with chops

Confirmed kills, run 'em down when we throwin' shots

Won't give a fuck if **** lookin', I'm so extra'd out

If I don't got a blower than you know I'm finna' max 'em out

Dumpster boy, catch out, then we bag his ass

Shootouts broad day, got it lookin' like it's Pakistan

Ya' **** down there, hidin' out like a caveman

If we on a mission, shoot to kill, that's the game plan

We don't drive by, bitch, we hoppin' out of minivans

Hoes fuckin' ****'s spine up, he should of never ran