it up
Yo, when I roll you know the be out So you got no choice but to rat me out I call in from the pen to try to see what be 'bout I catch a fool slip and yo, his ass is out
Hud, stay on the low, pop two Thug, against all odds, Tupac I'm up, dog-tired from Jacob Platinum, reach for it then up
For top yo, I squeeze my trigger And knows, I'll lead this nigga I'm down for whatever Matter of fact, I'm for the cheddar Try to clown and get yo' ass layed forever
hate to see a G come up Young that run up get gun up the real, seen the nigga pass the steel wink and yo' ass get killed, all out
This is for the Six-fo' riders, all them are low riders All smokers, Olde E sippers All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, it up is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders blued out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with big things out, yay a yay
up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try? Touch the brotha that's in front of you Harlem U.S.A be the place I come from Twenty-ninth and be that place I get the guns from lots be the route that we used to run from Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the
hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat Close food down, send them across the street My force overheat 'cuz the is cheap all my homies that I lost on the streets Dos Bruce, LB and even D Pour some out and throw it up for a G NRB, be the click claim to be So if worse come to worse, do the for me
This is for the Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low All weed smokers, Olde E All homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all them are low riders blued out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' them big things out, yay a yay
Now, we drink Colt '45, 45's 'til we high, loc til' we die Got up in Crenshaw said, "Foo, what you in for?" Jail mental', named Did 15, and got 10 more Oh, he was silent than In '83 was the first hydraulics
Caught his first bid with narcotics And had Day tons and kept 'em polished You me about khakis and converse And if a foo' try to then you ball first, feel me? But now I'm stackin' my in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist But one never sleep on it I went from Harlem to L.A. fool, so on it
is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all them are low riders All smokers, Olde E sippers All homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders Whether blued out or out on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay
This is for the Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders All smokers, Olde E sippers All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, it up is for the know-knotters Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low blued out or flamed out Mask on, ridin' with them big out, yay a yay