Ruffians MGAnd it's still a few hitters from the six (Six)Jumpin' over bodies when them boys ain't hit the switchNiggas deaf, who you think around the corner? It's a drillAll these blues on me, man, they thought I had a dealI'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bysWalk up and say "Hey", fuck who you withWe gon' pull up bangin', all my niggas gangin'Keep a blick, smokin' on that stankin', man, that shit get dangerousDraco, ain't no aimin', all my killers angelsLike "Who is him?", you don't think the nigga safe, he lose a limbFifty thousand for the chain, half of that'll get you hitOh, shit, caught that boy dissin' Lil Boo, now he deadAll blicks, we just play that shit for keeps, that's all yearI let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this bitchI seen it often in this shit, since hella young, since a jitHe said it all, I heard that boy he rat, I heard that boy he snitchI bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the sixA hundred flicks, that's a hundred shots, look like we takin' picsMemo a trip, he just start shootin', I told him "Get a grip"She watch her left, sayin' "Six hundred K'll get you killed"And I'm off a pill, I'm just sittin' back, how I got the drill (Von)These niggas hoes, you know I knowHe think he slick, I know he toldI'm on the road, still tottin' pole (Huh?)My gun be hot, your shit be cold (Boom, boom)If you get caught, you better not foldHe had a case, his bond on hold (Damn)He still locked up, it's takin' long (Uh-huh)She wanna know when he comin' home (Damn, damn)See, shit it'll get real, you ever been on the drill?When no one you shot got killed? I'm just keepin' it realHave you ever been in the car with your homie who don't got the wheel? (Damn, damn)He can't slide, he need him a pillHe a bitch, it is what it isThat's your mans that you're tryna upliftBut when it's one time, niggas ain't gon' do shit (Nah, nah)Them niggas ain't slidin' no moreThe opps outside, man, them niggas ain't hidin' no more (What?)Well, I guess we ain't have the guys no moreWhen you see a nigga killed your brother, you don't ask, just blowWhen I fuck with stars, give me passes though (Damn)And if you don't wanna shoot just pass it, broFuck y'all wearing them masks for? (Huh, what?)Niggas got guns, but they ain't gon' blow (Yeah)Yeah, I know a rich nigga homelessGot me a deal, ain't homeless (Yeah, yeah)I'm a real nigga for lifeBut I ain't tryna risk my life (Like yeah, yeah)I was down bad on my dick and a nigga ain't take my advice(Yeah, yeah)I was tryna make my night, but the Percocets ruin my life(Yeah, yeah, gang)Spent a whole M on my childrenI was fucked up gettin' meal plansLambo' dark and it still tintsMoney on the lawyer and I'm still richI fell off once and I'm still litVoice of the streets, it's real shitI did a lil' time in '18, it was shitPounds in the mail, they ain't mail shitI'm in school with a Kel-TecI love my brother for life, he lost his legs to a wheelchairHow you get blocks and you ain't kill shit?How you run blocks? You ain't kill yetI ain't even pop my pill yetMost these niggas can't feel that, yeahYou know what I'm sayin', we do it for the streetsYou know what I'm sayin', the trenchesEverywhere, you know what I'm sayin', ChicagoLet's get it, yeah