6 Block (Remix)

[Intro] (Verse2) [Verse 1: Peysoh] We really bounce out broad day like it's a sport I ain't into givin' passes, can't hang, stay on the porch It's time to play ball and I ain't talkin' on the court Catch a nigga 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 slavin' on that block, man, that shit gettin' old Thuggin' with a tooly on me ain't the shit that I chose And when them niggas killed my dad, I swear to God I ain't froze It took a minute, but I went and did my thing with that pole When you slide in these streets, it ain't an option to fold I hit that cell back to back, bitch, I stood ten toes If you put them in my shoes, these lil' boys woulda told Summertime where I'm from, in thеse streets, it get cold You ain't welcomе where I hang, you get stripped for your gold I got it on me, let it blow if any nigga get close Big blower, run up on me, knock you out of your clothes Your big homie, he a bitch, y'all gettin' trained by a ho Poppin' hot shit through the 'net, you must think you bold Thirty stick with a beam, quick to snatch me a soul Bitch, I'm from that 6 block, on Fishburn Ave, I'm well-known All that shit that you be rappin', that's what I'm really livin' I'm bareface, walk up on you, I'ma show you who did it The sucka side real scary, only slide with a tinted Mama tellin' me slow down, baby boy, you so gifted I'm still thuggin', down to ride, so don't get my name twisted Ain't shit change 'cause I'm rappin', I'll still knock off 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 slid, you ain't been on a mission I done been up on the opp block and did something wicked Ask them niggas politickin', man, they'll tell you I'm trippin' I'm kickin' doors and crackin' safes every day, I'm addicted Fightin' cases back to back, I gotta watch what I mention I know these niggas out to get me, so I'm clutchin' a weapon I'ma go to jail for life before I end up in heaven You gotta practice what you preach or we gon' teach you a lesson Hope you mean 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 you mean it up in person like you said when you textin' [Verse 2: Mozzy] 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," niggas thuggin' Took them trips and they could never take that from us Word to my mama, I put in work with the llama We cook his carne asada, I got a squad full of shottas And they don't play about your 4th nigga (Huh?) Hey, all that playing'll get you tormented (Huh?) Double-lapped 'em on the score and then they forfeited Just bought a Fanta, fuck you think I'm finna pour in it? Tell the ones that want my spot they gotta kill me for it Solicit albums to the label, I need a million for it (Yeah) Came home to a Benz, that ain't no rented foreign Somebody tell DZ I miss him and I'm still livin' for him You know it's one up top 'cause niggas still at war HGM or 6 Block until the suckas score, it's 4th [Verse 3: Peysoh] Like Mozzy said, we still at war, so it's one up top Keep a Glock hot for the opps 'cause they pray I flop Heard they still want me dead, so we stalk with chops Confirm kills, run 'em down when we throwin' shots Don't give a fuck if niggas lookin', I'm so extra'd out If I don't got a blower, then you know I'm finna max 'em out Dumpster boy, catch an opp, then we bag his ass Shootouts broad day, got it lookin' like it's Pakistan Knock a nigga down, then hide out like a caveman If we on a mission, shoot to kill, that's the gameplan We don't drive-by, bitch, we hoppin' out a minivan Hollows fuck a nigga spine up, he should've never ran