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letra de the cult - block 6

[intro: ghostace600]
(brigade)
ay, gang sh-t, man (blah)
(sykes, sykes)
what you tellin’ me, man?
(trap house mob)
burner, mad ting
(hl8)
free a, free mikes, man
free peace, free sk
m home, skat home
aye, grand’s home
blocka sh-t, man
come on, yeah

[verse 1: ghostface600, melly]
come boy here, get smoked (get smoked)
hop out the ride on vaults
n-gga, you know, yeah (n-gga, you know)
do it no face, so n0body knows
and i will burn them clothes
n-gga, would you do 25 for your bro?
’cause i will do it for souls, yeah
yeah, and n-gga, you will bleed
yeah, and i swear on my life
you’ll be deceased, oui-oui-oui
boy, this stick can’t play no wii
bro, come and hold this smoke for free
trident and tridеnt, get on your knees
i was in the trap with billy and stevе
bro already know, try ying him and skeet
ying, ying, ying, give him a three
now, i’m with charlie doin’ up sleep
i was in the trap with a million trees
bro, for meds, can you give me them keys?
blocka, blocka, n-gga, that’s cream (yeah)
n-gga, that’s cream (n-gga, that’s cream)
oh, jesus, jesus, jesus, please
yeah, won’t get, say, buyin’ no jesus piece
yeah, i got a ting with a b-b-b
yeah, i got a ting, go bleep, bleep, bleep, yeah
you can’t pattern on me
if man’s got links to the opps
young g’s a dust, and a yute on the mains
but catford n-gga, you must be lost
milly rock on the block, and i’m bougee
and i’m thinks that your mind get labeled
i done get these yutes on my flavor
hit a flat line, but a yute got stapled
oi, see this, you don’t mean it
man sold grub, but the yute won’t feel it
i got hands on the pot with the creamers
and i’ve got my eyes on the cat like felix
ay, listen, so like clean it
even rub out his chest till a man just breathin’
i can’t show you the patterns i been in (oh, melly)
’cause we back on the trap, just leanin’
[verse 2: melly]
more time if i step with the guys
that’s bare man dyin’ from the legs, too steppy
i can never let a man just vex me
22 inch, gonna swing this machete
h-lla circle vans not empty
took that crook, let the whole yard empty
d got locked, now, the time looks lengthy
h in the bin, that’s a limited henny
spill man’s juice, i ain’t spillin’ no maggy
i phone ad, and i get in the passy
the beef ain’t dead, we still lookin’ for patties
i hop out the ride, and i bring this rammy
jakes is behind, so i run there gladly
mask on my face like “f-ck these candies”
came a long way from screamin’ out papi
i opp block ching, man, it made me happy (ching)

[verse 3: ya, a6]
i’ve been f-ckin’ on my man’s girl
same waist [?], blow on my chef
swing it at head, tryna turn man blem
now, the feds done put me in the box, i’m stressed
we’ve caught —- ’bout four times
so why do you still lie on the net?
enough of the diss and the k’s on the 6
boy, it don’t make sense ‘cah they see me and jet
15 inch, got it tucked on my leg
man back this ting, get stuck in the gem
i get flashbacks when i see feds come
go to your block ‘cah i’m buckin’ to them
buckin’ to them, don’t buck into me
done bruck man’s head, put holes in the t
buckin’ to them, don’t buck into me
done bruck man’s head, put holes in the t
(wait, wait, wait)
[verse 4: a6]
let me get this straight
got him locked down in the jail
when i caught me a case, everyone felt safe
like i ain’t got them young g’s that are hungry
could blow off your face
like everyone talkin’ about gun name
you ain’t never seen a gun in your life, it’s bait
ten toes when we roll in the strip
like 6-o-6 ‘been bout in the 6
that’s cheffin’, atleast six times
gonna buck them down with a fl!ck
like bin push six toes up in the woah
i’m already now in the whip
bare young boy booters
and i seriously doubt they’ll miss
lookin’ ’round like “who’s next?”
stay two then like buddy don’t learn
that back in the day
it was me, ghostface, r1, ten toes on curbs
nowadays, we’ve got lucii, ya, tizz
—-, put him in work
doin’ up turns, throwin’ two dubs
‘cah we don’t need jerk, must be mad
don’t come to the 6
they might get bun in the 6
i told bro-bro “catch him”
opp boy, they’re runnin’ too quick
bro caught his bredrins
he held one in his rib
the other held four in his back
and you know the one that i did

- block 6

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