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Correct 'n' My City Lyrics
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Correct 'n' My City
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[Intro:] It's all about the 6 figgas You ballin nigga if you got five figgas [Verse:] I got my ak nigga, and I'm quick to blast it Game tight like elastic Wit a block??? Murder jack it Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V. L. Nigga I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin Nuts hangin, for sho, play me short and I'm bangin I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya Click-Clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs I'm the definition of a thug My whole click sellin drugs Ain't no love, if ya outside the cmb We risin, drivin Lexus and big body Got them whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F. B. I. Tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy, 16, playin wit G's This rap game is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe What I go through and what I see, it's amazin On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin Hoes catchin masturbation, shit's a trip But I'm bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip Nigga don't slip, cause I got 10 clips and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus:] In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped on, times is hard Shit get real, head get bust, blood spill It's bout havin thangs, that's why I want a mill (2x) [Verse 2:] Nigga don't you trip cause I done came up on a lick And I'm servin thirty gram ounces for six I got the block sewed up now, come to me I'll take ya to B., he went down to ten a key We got coke floatin through that you. P. T. Glock totin, locin, in the gs3 bubble In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block bruiser, nigga don't let the age fool ya Head bussa, Hot Boy, young baller The ak I pack is used for manslaughter My mind is to be respected, or ya neck come off Cause Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off Load it up, release safety, and bust Retaliation is a must, I don't give a fuck I'm checkmatin niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin I'm full of that dope, scratchin, and I'm bout that action Is you bout that action, if not, clear a path I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an ounce is all he had That's sad, you stun'n, jepardisin ya wig Doin' that petty hustlin, ain't comin up on shit What's the reason, bein on the block all day You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay You'll do better grabbin a K., bein ready to spray Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to spray [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap writer Everytime I spit, I get tighter and tighter Keep it real when I flow, hollow points I throw Quick to chop a nigga down like a fuckin lawnmow Playin a flow over the limit, in this music business Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, til the fuckin song finished Young menace, sport girbauds and reebok tennis Nigga know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin Can't calm me down, cause I'm from Uptown Call me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em Take notes, bitches always try to be close Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya broke Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got coke I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a poke I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't then I'm a broke nigga Wit no money on my block then you a joke nigga I rap now, I put aside that coke nigga But if I gotta, I grab my ducht tape and my rope nigga [Chorus:] [Talking: B. G.] I want a mil ticket (gettin wicked), mil ticket On the real, V. L., my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3 L. T., Adam, G. A., Black Ten Eightball, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys My nigga Bubba got the Hummer For the summer
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