JoeSliceJoin Date: 2009-11-13
Post Count: 230 |
Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPLHSDoy548&index=93&list=PLMBy65FRLs_RuKN65PrZ3T_ppCSa8z9SA
[Verse 1]
Roll up in a club, got fifty grand in my pocket
Not playin’ your little diss game, so stop it
F*ck out my way before, I bring out a glock an’ pop it
You try and flex your game on me, I’ll mock it
Run up on me with your flex zone bubble and boy I’ll pop it
Got more money up in here then Wayne and Wiz combined
If you feel like flexin’ on me, tell yourself nevermind
6ix Squad boy, we out here twenty four seven, always on the grind
Push a whole key through in an hour, call us master locksmiths
We roll through the block, pull up on a boy, show a glock, tell him never f*ck with my clique
We make you sick to your stomach boy, and in honesty it brings us joy
You finna need to be a health nut to run away, cuttin’ out that milk, bringin’ in soy
I’ll pull up on you, can on the ready, boy watchu doin? Hold that gun steady!
If I’m tryna make fifty K with my crew b*tch then let me
Always got that loud in my sack, lightweight, get at me
By the way Chuggen, rest in peace, don’t ever threaten me
[Hook]
Run up on the enemy, catch ‘em all lackin’
Bust out straps, then my squad gets to whackin’
Make fifty K, then it’s time to get crackin’
Police not far behind, they goin’ hard on the trackin’
Peel on outta there, not a lotta time ‘fore cops are there
But the ops know where we at, ‘cause I got that good in the air
This ain’t no suit dummy sh*t, they finna get lit up good
6ix squad sh*t tell we die, stay with it, finna murder you boy
[Verse 2]
Walk out the bank with fifty more grand in my account
I head back to the crib, got a few more stacks to count
Pull up to the mall, hop outta that M5, never let a valet drive my whips
Cup fulla purple, takin’ long sips, oh s*it refill time
Call my hitta up, pull out fifty K, say it’s flexin’ time
And when I’m done with them stacks, then lil bro, it’s exit time
Can’t roll outta here without at least fifty grand in my hands twenty four seven
If these streets were California, they’d be callin’ 1-8-7
Empty clip, send a boy to heaven, man down
By the way it’s soundin’, our blocks gonna be poundin’ yours down
Stay with my guns and my boys, you know we hold it down
This is our town, f*ck you boys gonna do?
Another suit found dead, laying on the ground, nobody make a sound
My teams arsenal got everything in it, call it a weapon’s lost and found
Spray your whole team up, blind their asses
What happens next makes their deaths a mass murder
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I don’t care what you say, rub me the wrong way
I’ll make sure you’re feeding through a straw for life
I’m on that low key, could serve a twenty five to life
I’m in full stride though, bust through anything the ops can throw at me
The way they goin’ at me, they’ll be dead before they twenty three
At your funeral b*tches, I’ll just tell the audience they can’t touch me
Smile and wave boys, smile and wave
Little do the suits know, they diggin’ their own graves
I’ll go to their cribs, razor in hand, too close for a shave
Slit a throat, smooth as butter, so damn crazy, I think I’m finna kill another
Billions still in progress, but the government is on my ass
The ops offered me to turn myself in, but I think I’ll pass on that one
Still gotta get them bands, time for a trip to the block with a gun
Got that heat on my waist, straight put your life to waste
If you got a problem with me boy come see me face to face
If you got a problem with me, you’re gonna catch yourself maced
[Hook]
[Outro]
6ix Squad s*it fam, City of Stabbotsford
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