4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack, time to get the bread black! 4, 5, 6 is in the mix - I'm hittin them with trip's Headcrack
I get down for my grandfather, who took my momma Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat At the tender age of 6, she was arrested
tax Street merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurgin' Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird Monday night Dallas verse Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
I can't do it alone August 6 1981, I took my first breath They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left I guess I knew what I was in for before hand
my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood Where they get fly like a G6 And everybody know this is
tell you who Charlie Mack is He is our homeboy from around the block He's regarded through the city as the hip-hop cop Height about 6'6", weight about
was a lady walkin my way I turned my back to ????????????? And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she walked past She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a
'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick places seen my story on 6,666 pages wages, i wrote six aces and at the same dice games, i caught six cases
visit I got land there, how can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello, push wigs back and push six coup's that's yellow, bust clips that expands from hand
you know [Verse 1: Young Neef] Said it's a nice day out And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives Said is
living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won't have to travel 6 hours
I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't have to travel 6
[Cam'ron] yo, yo been in rich places, sick places seen my story on 6,666 pages wages, i wrote six aces and at the same dice games, i caught six cases
me and there wont be another Skip that let me get to the jewels and the covenant So many rocks on my hand, im a certified hustla Got a wizard on your hands
Send to wreck and get a check Turn up your deck, this dope We iced up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos [Verse 6: Powda] Seven twenty fo' I be sacking
little, climb high in tha trees Choke a little while my hand rub your thigh and your knees You know that silly shit and now it's ten on six We in the
is a ghetto Full of magazines, full clips and heavy metal When the smoke settle, I'm just lookin' For a big yellow in six inch stilettos Dr. Dre, hello
aight, c'mon....Wait a second, listen!) I'll peel your cap back with a cannonball I buck them all,fuck them all (Yeah!) We standing tall (Whooooo!!) Three 6