"6 Block" lyrics
(Verse2)
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 these streets, it get cold
You ain't welcome 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'
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 these streets, it get cold
You ain't welcome 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'
Writer(s): Kevin Oropeza, Writer Unknown
