Lyrics:
say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest?
"The world don't care whether ya look yer best!
"Simply show up promptly at six A.M. with your instruments ...and
the fuck up
I said if y'all ready to have a party, say hell mothafuckin' yeah (hell yeah) Standing six feet tall, weighing 160 pounds, coming live from
8-6-1-6
I gotta missed call from your bitch
She been plottin' on me for a cool minute
She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it
I like it in
In the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and six,
We set sail from the Coal Quay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For
stand like "Fuck you"
I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do
Thrity-six O-Z's got me riding Lexus
Chevy at the crib, get the weed shit
stayed locked down at moms house
Watching tha kids, through tha whole bid
In the V-I I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run
Bartender I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 A.M.
The door was locked so I kicked it in
She
Bartender, I really did it this time
Broke my parole to have a good time
When I got home it was 6 a.m.
The door was locked so I kicked it in
She was
stayed locked down at moms house
Watching tha kids, through tha whole bid
In the V-I I seen ya daily
When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run
8-6-1-6
I gotta missed call from your bitch
She been plottin' on me for a cool minute
She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it
I like it in
8-6-1-6
I gotta missed call from your bitch
She been plottin' on me for a cool minute
She wanna' suck my dick, and I'm cool with it
I like it in
ya nigga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga
I'm representin big county nigga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas
Don't eva try me nigga
green, roll with a mean team
Meshed out, fresh out, and stay greams
We big boys, we do big things, born in this county of kings
I ain't got shit, i spread
she fuckin with the 4, she gotta be a 10
If you think they can outball me
They chances probably slim
Catch me ballin out in Philly
But no brain in 6
So
of my dreams
Player now listen lotta blacks locked down
But comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six
My track crew and my mother
Make these police
coast niggas
It's the big black, the killer
The 40 ounce spiller reason
Gang bangers, the marijuana crop growers
Niggas know county jail
Low riders in
in the county
Praying for bail
Could've cost your boy everything, man
It wasn't cheap
Coming for a nigga, just don't sleep
Shit for the weak
Got on my
at you
With a brand new twist switchin my linger
Wishin I could be the one you cling to
I ask you for you number maybe I can ring you
Six months later when
a stack
Nigga you got on dirty shoes
I'm still fucking hoes i been had six golds
All the money i spent
I should have brought some 4's
But i ain't give
I'm a Dade county representer, low key
No gold teeth
No spinners, go getta, gorilla, turn killa
Fo scrilla, fo real-a, and I see no nigga
Bet that, get
the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes
Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights
Domino tables, who got big 6?
Where I'm from we do concrete backflips
Flip
we go and get it
Six wheel G wagon, let 'em wrap it with the ribbon
She can take a selfie in it for that head, the bird give it
Took me down for
county jail
Three kidnapping charges, DA denied me my bail
Two million in cash, the property totaled for six
No bonds were needed, I got papis, they're
[DMX - dialogue]
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag
UHH! This is it baby!
End
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