Six, Six, Six - Mr. Lil One

Ha Ha, mothafuckas

It’s mothafuckin Lil One

Up here with my dawg G to P to A

We fin to fuck up all 5 of you

And the rest of the world

Listen, and learn

Before you get burned

I bring it to that ass

Every time that I pass

Never mind the past

I got the last laugh

Now everybody knows me like Gotti

Makin all this lute

With out shootin any body

Excuse you, time to verbally abuse you

Take you on a mind game

Never mind the fame

Talk about the truth

And the men that got proof

Remember all the times

You rapped my rhymes in the booth

Show you how it’s done

And make it worth while

Show you how it’s done

Mr. Lil One style

Ain’t no need to lie

The truth is inside of you

Ain’t no need to trip

Cause I’ll fuck up all five of you

Still I stand alone

Make it on my own

And since you did me wrong

You get your dome blown

Still I be the sickest

And I be the dopest

Biggdy boom, make way for the lokest

I come from the land where the wicked men roam

I come from the city where you best believe it’s on

I come from the 6−6-6−1-9

Bring it to your face and no time for me to waste

Now I see your placed your bets

So I’ma put you in your place

It’s GPA and Mr. Lil One

Bringin drama to your face

Call me a specialist when I’m placin bombs

Hangin with ex-cons

Got ya scared cause you know it’s on

Scared when you’re are home

We’re callin death threats on the phone

I aughta break your jaw

Mothafuck you and the law

Mr. Lil One is comin in with the bow and arrow

That’s my evil twin

Or should I say my twin devil

Know we’re claimin the west

I’m gettin my gun

You better be getting your vest

Me and my homie will disrespect

That ass and fis to check

380 when I bust

While I be kickin up dust

Ain’t no man alive I trust

I’m hurtin feelins while I cuss

No remoarse at this time

Or should I say any day

Hey Little let me know when to press the button

So I can blow thier ass away

I can’t aford a yhaut but a G is what I be

And these bullets I put through you

Are for disrespectin me

And with my chrome

Three 6's on your dome

I wrote this little song

Just to let you know it’s on

Protected custity

Regretin you ever fucked with me

Next time you start some shit

Don’t be a little bitch and run away from me

Well I’m sick and I’m evil

Kinda like Peshi

Pinch to your neck

If you ever disrespect me

True to the streets

Rappin over phat beats

Try to burn the little

And now your widow weeps

Heard about the streets

Mothafuckas cause riots

Heard about the beach

Mothafuckas keep quiet

The late Martin Nelly

13 on his belly

May you Rest In Peace

While your rep’s in the street

No about the G’s mothafuck enemies

And when they get found

They’ll be all memories

Too it from the heart

Like my homies from the park

Never mind races

Talk about faces

Fakin, breakin ever single rule

Fuck em all up like a PCP cool

Lil One, be the one

Bringin all the drama

Mothafucka step and you’re a goner