6 Block (Remix) lyrics

[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 n*gga 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 sh*t gettin' old
Thuggin' with a tooly on me ain't the sh*t that I chose
And when them n*ggas 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, b*tch, 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 n*gga get close
Big blower, run up on me, knock you out of your clothes
Your big homie, he a b*tch, y'all gettin' trained by a ho
Poppin' hot sh*t through the 'net, you must think you bold
Thirty stick with a beam, quick to snatch me a soul
b*tch, I'm from that 6 block, on Fishburn Ave, I'm well-known
All that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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', "f*ck the world," n*ggas 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 n*gga (Huh?)
Hey, all that playing'll get you tormented (Huh?)
Double-lapped 'em on the score and then they forfeited
Just bought a Fanta, f*ck 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 n*ggas 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 f*ck if n*ggas 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 n*gga down, then hide out like a caveman
If we on a mission, shoot to kill, that's the gameplan
We don't drive-by, b*tch, we hoppin' out a minivan
Hollows f*ck a n*gga spine up, he should've never ran