Lyrics: Michael Carmenson
Music: Michael Carmenson
[Intro]
Steve Chea on the beat
Steve Drive
Steve Drive
Steve Chea on the beat
[Chorus]
Ain't no exposin' me, I be in them trenches, where a nigga say he 'sposed to be (Dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a nigga ass up, he can't get close to me
Fire a nigga ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a ho, he a bitch, he a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit
[Verse 1]
It's gon' be a murder
Smokin' Scrapp and I got my strap
Long live Burger
Tough as hell on the 'net, but on their block, unheard of
Pour a four of Poppie Juice, what's that? That's that syrup
Lil Dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon' stir up
12 get up on this bitch, it's that, we gon' skrrt, skrrt
Long live Headshot HEC, don't disrespect, your face on a shirt
Off that Zeko, Tooka, and that Fatz, we gon' put in work
Sneaky talkin', sayin' this and that, just gon' get him murked
You don't want them shells from that MAC
Chase a nigga down, like Ricky, shoot your back
We shoot up your kickback, then it's back to the 'Met
I'mma die for my set, D Block where it's at
[Chorus]
Ain't no exposin' me, I be in them trenches, where a nigga say he 'sposed to be (Dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a nigga ass up, he can't get close to me
Fire a nigga ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a ho, he a bitch, he a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit
Yeah, ayy
[Verse 2]
It's a hit, pull up with them blicks, check him off the list
Shoot ya face, jalapeΓ±os eat 'em, you won't see my fists
Feed his body, mixin' Tooka with that Brick up in the Lobby (Tooka) (Jermaine)
They new to this, we true to this, we ridin' with them Ruger sticks
Bust your medulla, bitch, leave him on the curb
'Cause he was snoozing, bitch, Foe gave us the word
We come through scoomin' shit, nigga, move around
You don't know who you wit'
Come and see what's to me, but since you be assuming shit
Tooka Man and Terry Barry got me on the moon and shit (Tooka? TB)
Put the Six right on my back
Can't lack 'cause we done been through some shit
Can't hang around 600, O'Block, goofy, go and do some shit
Go shoot at the opps
[Chorus]
Ain't no exposin' me, I be in them trenches, where a nigga say he 'sposed to be (Dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a nigga ass up, he can't get close to me
Fire a nigga ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a ho, he a bitch, he a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit