Post by J$crILLa on Jan 16, 2006 16:30:23 GMT -5
2 double '0 6, we bringin mo hitz/
and yall know this, we on some cold shit/
freeze ya mind frame, we playin mind games/
the best ever in this time frame/
$crilla be tha one who yall might blame/
and i give a fuck bout ya life mane'/
cuz its the o-6 muzik, lets do this/
get on tha track and spit it ruthless/
leave yall haterz toothless, clueless/
str8 useless, while we be the key/
to society, runnin game for an eternity/
fuck yall up so much u need surgery/
ridin cadillac while yall in mercurys/
yall aint hurtin me, or workin me/
bow down when we 'round its common courtesy/
these youngz smashin down yall block/
like bugs- holla'in out 'what up doc'/
bangin that 0-6 hip hop, it dont stop/
we gettin high, blazin that bomb herb/
touch the sky, throwin roaches on the curb/
sippin malt liquor fortys on the stoop/
stop by the homiez, start shootin hoops/
you know how we do, aint nothin new/
but shit neva get old when u young like us/
hit up tha turf and bust them guns like us/
str8 g'd up, get on ya knees n pray 2 Jesus
when u see us, cuz cant no one beat us/
undefeated in this game muthafuckaz!
2006 cant no busta snitchez touch us/
we still tha roughest and toughest/
yall just some suckaz, so back on up/
get out tha way as i ride my cadillac on up
thru ya whole hood, up to that no good/
str8 ridin to this 'o-6 gangsta muzik/
swervin to tha curb under the influence.
and yall know this, we on some cold shit/
freeze ya mind frame, we playin mind games/
the best ever in this time frame/
$crilla be tha one who yall might blame/
and i give a fuck bout ya life mane'/
cuz its the o-6 muzik, lets do this/
get on tha track and spit it ruthless/
leave yall haterz toothless, clueless/
str8 useless, while we be the key/
to society, runnin game for an eternity/
fuck yall up so much u need surgery/
ridin cadillac while yall in mercurys/
yall aint hurtin me, or workin me/
bow down when we 'round its common courtesy/
these youngz smashin down yall block/
like bugs- holla'in out 'what up doc'/
bangin that 0-6 hip hop, it dont stop/
we gettin high, blazin that bomb herb/
touch the sky, throwin roaches on the curb/
sippin malt liquor fortys on the stoop/
stop by the homiez, start shootin hoops/
you know how we do, aint nothin new/
but shit neva get old when u young like us/
hit up tha turf and bust them guns like us/
str8 g'd up, get on ya knees n pray 2 Jesus
when u see us, cuz cant no one beat us/
undefeated in this game muthafuckaz!
2006 cant no busta snitchez touch us/
we still tha roughest and toughest/
yall just some suckaz, so back on up/
get out tha way as i ride my cadillac on up
thru ya whole hood, up to that no good/
str8 ridin to this 'o-6 gangsta muzik/
swervin to tha curb under the influence.
