B.G. - ‘N' My city lyrics

It's all about the 6 figgas
You ballin nigga if you got five figgas

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, VL 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
FBI 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

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

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 UPT
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

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

I want a mil ticket
(gettin wicked) , mil ticket
On the real, VL, my nigga Big Moe, 2-2-3
LT, Adam, GA, Black Ten
EightBall, Derek, lil Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the Hummer for the summer