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letra de 6 block (remix) - peysoh & mozzy

[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 k!lled 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 sn-tch 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 k!ll 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 k!lls, 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 k!ll, 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

- peysoh mozzy

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