[Intro]
It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin ^!$$% if you got five figgas


[Verse 1]
I got my AK ^!$$%, and I'm quick to blast it

Game tight like elastic
Wit a block ??? murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L. ^!$$%

I'm 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 I'm bangin

I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya
Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs

I'm the definition of a thug
My whole click sellin drugs
Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB

We risin, drivin Lexus and big body
Got them whole thangs for ten a key, ^!$$%s 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, it's all on you
Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's

This rap game is the life, ^!$$% ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and what I see, it's amazin
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin

Hoes catchin masturbation, %#@!'s a trip
But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
^!$$% don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it

^!$$% believe I'll rip a ^!$$% %#@! for it

[Chorus]

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is hard
%#@! get real, head get bust, blood spill

It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill [x2]

[Verse 2]

^!$$% don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick
And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, come to me

I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key
We got !@%!e floatin through that U.P.T.
Glock totin, locin, in the GS3 bubble

In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, ^!$$% don't 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, there's no hesitation to set it off
Load it up, release safety, and bust

Retaliation is a must, I don't give a $#&@
I'm checkmatin ^!$$%s, that's on the real, so wuz happenin
I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action

Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a ^!$$% and an ounce is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig

Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on %#@!
What's the reason, bein on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay

You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray
Make a mutha$#&@a day, ^!$$% be ready to spray


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Spark the beef up like a lighter, i'm 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 ^!$$% down like a $#&@in lawnmow
Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit %#@!, ya gotta listen, til the $#&@in song finished

Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis
^!$$% know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin
Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown

Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em
I don't give a $#&@, if I did 'em, then I done 'em
Take notes, (*##$es 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 !@%!e
I stand alone all the time, (*##$ ^!$$%s catch a poke
I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke ^!$$%
Wit no money on my block then you a joke ^!$$%
I rap now, I put aside that !@%!e ^!$$%

But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope ^!$$%

[Chorus]

[Talking: B.G.]

I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket
On the real, V.L., my ^!$$% Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Black Ten
EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys
My ^!$$% Bubba got the Hummer

For the summer