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

 [Verse 1]
 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 U.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