Представляем точный текст композиции "6 Figure" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста B. Gizzle . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «6 Figure» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую B. Gizzle передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
B. Gizzle - "6 Figure"
Lyrics to 6 Figure : [B.G.] Its me, the B.G., doin my thang Lettin em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin off into shit you can not handle Im settin it off in this bitch, thinkin of scandals Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14s Hittin your home up, hittin at everything movin Lookin and losin, startin chaos and confusion Im bruisin your whole family, dress em up in dark colors Then come to your funeral in two Hummers Thats me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin away Im in to grow, legend with rights, I dont been enticed To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life My nigga TD gettin high wit me Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit me I was in the Nolia, lookin for that killa guerilla I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies got no love Its like this, play pussy you catch a slug Drug though the mud, once its dead its done Hand on my gun cause I dont give a muthafuck Im a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch Get me in the fix, and I cant snitch out the mix Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six Aint that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck Bet I aint trippin, cause I dont give a muthatfuck [Lil Wayne] I be catchin a nigga corner, rippin through a nigga street Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin Bustin lead n, real n, Hot Boy$ dont forget it Leave every porch wet n, brains all over the step n Disrespectin the whole neighborhood block wettin Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$ Full of the dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy Better watch boy, where you be at cause Im a hit at, three flat You want beef, Ima beef at, make it hot, Ima crease that Camoflauge to the Boks, pop off clips in the glocks Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door Run from front to back bustin, Terius cut his wife throat Ima play it how it go, hold a black connect sho We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie lets get loaded Blow a pound with my round, 50 shotll get me toted Ima wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten Boy you cant win I let chopper bullets spin [Turk] Dont fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal You aint hear about the young thugs, The Hot Boys, thats who the are Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin that nut Nigga dont think cause we young, we aint ridin or dyin too Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin niggaz too Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly You hit enough, Im about to down, play the scenery Big ol Expeditions, do some dirt in it tonight Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G. Fuck the police, cause we spray them too Pop the cop or go down, cause we aint down with that crew Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe Its All On U +Ohh, it aint my fault+, I done what I had to do Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga dont give a fuck about me Any chance he get he gon take it, try to sweep me off my feet Thats why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon die Leave your families clueless, and questionin why 4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild [B.G.] Im a ride or die-er, smoke nothin but that fire-ya Keep all my hoes cause Im a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin MoMos and Ill roast a deal whats on my old poster, if I pull it out my holster You sopposeda, respect a nigga like me Im gettin closer and closer to the T-O-P Im H-O-T, bitches say Im a D-O-G Im on surveilance all day be the S-P-Ds In my heart I feel, fuck the police Cause in they hear they feel, fuck it, try to keep a nigga off the street Who' Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G. Lotsa money, and the best attourney speak for me And I speak and represent for the U.P.T. I creep, and get bent with VL Street I slang heat, any day, noise I bring Feel I cant be bat any day, Im a Hot Boy, I let em hang Far as they can, cause Im a thug to the fullest Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it til theres no more bullets I aint the one to be repped on Who whole block get stepped on If they outside, when Im ride, Ima ride til theres no more gas Ima ride til I put you on your muthafuckin back Im in all black, behind the skuh-uh-skimask It aint no way that you could last Im comin like the task force, I blast with full force Im sorry if your grandparents on the porch They All N [Juvenile] Even if I dont get no taller Ima always be a CMB baller, smokin blunts in the hallway Im skinny yeah, weighin bout 155 But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches could die Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his hand Dont want hear whatcha sayin just dont be here when I sprayin How you gon do it, we could handle that no secret Boy, Ill put some change on you head take you off the street quick Look, I got a Mack-90 that wont quit I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit So what you want, get you dome split You home hit, jeopardized Niggaz spendin a bin in camoflauge Ima top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers Fuckin niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin on Brawlers Im mad boy, with this clique Ima act a ass boy Its cash boy, I dont think you could last boy Im bout to pull some out the hall type shit Some Steven Seagal type shit Some *cgghh* knife shit Dont think you niggaz feelin that 226 Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better tell em These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin Right know you close to the devil, and your lip gon get you hurt Picture this, three ways gon tear up your turf [ 6 Figure Lyrics ]
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