[intro]
Its all about the 6 figgas
You ballin nigga if you got five figgas

[verse 1]
I got my ak nigga, and Im quick to blast it
Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ? ? ? murder jack it
Eraser, baby gangsta, v.l. nigga
Im 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 Im bangin
I aint no ho, my heart dont pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, Ill hit ya, I promise Ill split ya
Click-clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs
Im the definition of a thug
My whole click sellin drugs
Aint 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, its all on you
Hot boy, 16, playin wit gs
This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldnt believe
What I go through and what I see, its amazin
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, Im calculatin
Hoes catchin masturbation, shits a trip
But Im bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
Nigga dont slip, cause I got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe Ill rip a nigga shit for it

[chorus]
In my city its 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
Its bout havin thangs, thats why I want a mill (2x)

[verse 2]
Nigga dont you trip cause I done came up on a lick
And Im servin thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me
Ill 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 dont 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, theres no hesitation to set it off
Load it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I dont give a fuck
Im checkmatin niggas, thats on the real, so wuz happenin
Im full of that dope, scratchin, and Im bout that action
Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path
Im mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had
Thats sad, you stunn, jepardisin ya wig
Doin that petty hustlin, aint comin up on shit
Whats the reason, bein on the block all day
You aint got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
Youll 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, Im 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
Cant calm me down, cause Im from uptown
Call me, its war wit an army, wit tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from em
I dont 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 dont then Im 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