6 Figure (featuring Hot Boys)

B. Gizzle

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    I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
    Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
    For the junkies got no love
    It's like this, play pussy you catch a slug
    Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's done
    Hand on my gun cause I don't give a muthafuck
    I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch
    Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
    Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix
    Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
    Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
    Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck

    [Lil' Wayne]
    I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
    Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
    Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
    Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
    Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
    Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block wettin'
    Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
    Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
    Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
    You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
    Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
    Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
    Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door
    Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
    I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
    We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro
    Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
    Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
    I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten
    Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets spin

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    [Turk]
    Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
    Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
    You ain't hear about the young thugs,
    The Hot Boys, that's who the are
    Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
    Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
    Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
    Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
    You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the scenery
    Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight
    Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
    Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
    Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
    Fuck the police, cause we spray them too
    Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with that crew
    Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
    +Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done what I had to do
    Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
    Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my feet
    That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die
    Leave your families clueless, and questionin' why
    4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds
    Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild

    [B.G.]
    I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that fire-ya
    Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar
    Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
    and I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster,
    if I pull it out my holster
    You sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me
    I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P
    I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G
    I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's
    In my heart I feel, fuck the police
    Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it,
    try to keep a nigga off the street
    Who? Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
    Lots'a money, and the best attourney speak for me
    And I speak and represent for the U.P.T.
    I creep, and get bent with VL Street
    I' slang heat, any day, noise I bring
    Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
    Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest
    Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
    I ain't the one to be repped on
    Who whole block get stepped on
    If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
    I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back
    I'm in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask
    It ain't no way that you could last
    I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full force
    I'm sorry if your grandparents on the porch
    They All 'N

    [Juvenile]
    Even if I don't get no taller
    I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
    I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
    But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
    Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand
    Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
    How you gon' do it, we could handle that no secret
    Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street quick
    Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't quit
    I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
    So what you want, get you dome split
    You home hit, jeopardized
    Niggaz spendin' a bin in camoflauge
    I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
    Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
    I'm mad boy, with this clique I'ma act a ass boy
    It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy
    I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit
    Some Steven Seagal type shit
    Some *cgghh* knife shit
    Don't think you niggaz feelin' that 226
    Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
    Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell 'em
    These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
    Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
    Picture this, three ways gon' tear up your turf
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