6 0 4

live from the 6 hundred and 4
i got the flow thats so motherfuckin psycho
wit my tie and the bow
my niggas ready for more
we poppin off at the K
just came back from the A
24 50 aint a damn thing for the P
you know i ride for my motherfuckin hindus
you know id kill for my motherfuckin hindus
i aint lying when I tell em hindus that im down
cuz niggas fuck wit us you know its goin down
i aint playin this aint a motherfuckin game
im a maniac hindu motherfcukin insane
my brain goin buck and i dont give a fuck
niggas dont give a damn so imma hit em with the chuck
the a to the k 47 shots to the block
niggas about to get knocked off the clock
their time is done cuz they fuk with my boy Gun
he dont run to no motherfuckin police
he called up his motherfuckin homies
cuz we down for the ground that we grind on
aint no pushin us out we aint gettin gone
we got the block on lock like the droptop chop
swangin in my ride with the ounce on the side
smoked out ripped off the motherfuckin killz
but we lightin em up like dolla dolla billz
C up in the air for that chronic that we puff puff puff

World Is Mine

Nah you aint know boy
you aint see how we roll boy
you a fake thug im a rich boy
backdoor steppin fuck VIP
we aint waitin in line im a real motherfuckin G
bottles in my hand i dont need a fukin cup
iced out chains pourin drinks in YOUR cup
haterz all around but they dont give a damn
and we dont give a fuck
shit gettin poppin, panties start droppin
this aint a strip club but we make bitches strip
get down low and dip dip dip
niggas wildin out but it aitn no thing
club on lock and owner on my wing
got that tech on my waist
shit blasts off there aint time to waste
so get ur ass up out my face
you wanna be a G and you on ur come up
but this aint the place to start boy u a young pup
quick to be slick aint gettin you nowhere
learn to respect and makin it somewhere
its all about the time you put into the grind
so dont be quick to shine
cuz right now bitch the world is mine.

G U N N I N'

the real SurreyJack is back
i aint a chump dogg im really human crack
you want a beef with me? u about to get jacked
no where to find me I aint hidin
we real thugs you a souvenier
my vision of ur skull lookin real clear
split ur wig back son u dont want none with me
you a hood nigga im a real G
get slapped harder than ur father did your mother
try me boy and you'll realize there is no other
this shit the realest it aint a dream
fantasies and nightmares my heart cold as ice cream
we got that real cream you airin fake steam
talkin big shit like a bitch with fake tits
silicone my rueger just split ur dome
pierced thru ur fukin head
dont call 911 this nigga bout to be dead
come at me theres no chance of survival
its your departure and Hell's arrival
your the devil's bitch and shits about to get tribal
u always had that hope of being a don
i took a lil soldier and put u under my arm
showed u the world nigga after u lost ur mom
it was fun and games till ca$h got involed
my nigga got greedy, shit felt shady
i had to do my dogg like pigs did biggie
rumbles in the street were B snitchin on me
feds had it tapped, popo got my capo
tried to lockin him up like they did nigga wacko
avoided jail time but how far u get
ur career was short lived like the clip of my tech
words started to rumble bitches started to mumble
my homies on deck guardin the jungle
its no wonda the rain turn to thunda
niggas start to blunder their thoughts
words get lost and lives about to be cost
livin aint forgin if u aint tru
try to step to me boy you know im gunnin' for you

Emergency

Emergency exit only
nigga you phony
runnin for the woods im on u like Fat-Tony
this aint a game
what u snitchin for?
feds snappin pictures is u takin more?
sick of the grind, money on my mind
hit a blunt and let shit unwind
no need to hide, u know where to find me
cruisin in the streets, i aint runnin with nikes
i got the flow what i need is some hot beats
holla at me I need the connects
jus tryin to get in the mix no holes in the chest
no fakin flossin G im the real MC
money in the bank, drink in the cup, dank in the air
nigga got that stare like what the fuck is up
is u tryin to be funny with that ugly ass glare
strip u down naked to ur bitch underwear
leave u in the streets colder than a dead polar bear
we runnin the block, u runin from the glock
cocked and reloaded we ready to rock
is u ready to block?
dont fumble the ball, have ur shit on lock
dem niggas ready to pop jus to make it to the top
u sittin real low in ur chevy 64
but how safe you feel with niggas knockin at ur door
kick in the door, niggas on the floor
u jus got jacked up and we ready for more...
throwin paper up we makin it rain
we bringin the pain,
100 on the highway im in the slow lane
500 drop top dream ova mane...

It Is What It Is

Im on that rap shit
you on that trap shit
while I spit rhymes
you tip crimes
punishment; im lovin it
mcdix, quick flix
i be on that trippy shit
ride or die hippy shit
hydro, my flow
they call it psycho
there go that other ho
yayo white bitch
why u be a fukin snitch
info for po-po
tellin lies, ill stab ur eyes
ice pick, small dick
nothin but a lil prick
move bricks, hit sticks, cancer risks
we avoid that shit
kill green, mean gene
never had that southern lean
grey goose, bitch loose
car ridin chrome foose
big shoes, good booze
play with me you fuckin lose
game over, bend over
ride around in big rovers
drunk drivin, pussy ridin
ass bobbin, dick throbbin
poundin bitches like they snitches
get laid, get paid
gettin money the hard way
stay fly, dont cry
never go fuckin dry
pockets full, supply full
why you spttin shit from a bull
dirty mouth, rep the south
what chu tryin to approach me about
small offer, shit talker
dispose that body fukin proper
witnesses? witness this..
it is what it fuckin is

W I T N E S S

witness in this life to some gangsta shit
no not that big chain grilled out wanksta shit
im talkin surrey jackin
cooked coke crackin
fast cars and hot women
i got that killz on lock
pillz pumpin non stop
reach for ur 9 and i grab my glock
quick to the gun like his dj...
per-fect my flow like he mj....
droppin niggas hard like im webey...
sellin body parts quicker than we ebay...
this aint a jew story its a true story
iced out watches and diamond jewellry
bitches always on my ass tryin to get paid
shakin in my face like its my birthday
no i aint shakin in the club
im bakin with the dubs
20s rollin wide..car ridin high...take another hit as I kiss the sky
contemplate my thoughts while im in my mindstate
ridin thru the valley my business state to state
city to city call me Diddy im so pretty
ride around with stacks fatter than biggie
this aint a diss song its not a ringtone
this aint a poem shit fuckin long
but its just about right that i think im wrong
way beyond...
shit got me faded we on that patrone
cruisin with the don
and we rockin his song
triple platinum bitch go on get gone...
out my face I aint tryin to catch a case
ur pockets so light like outer space
straight floatin, gloatin about ur shit
aint nothin to a G we laced with it
cash thru my veins like green blood cells
we got that white bitch niggas flyin that kite shit
let us kno Po on site wit it...
they on the scene..we on that green
faded and you know we dont sip that lean
goose and cran shots we bout to get that by the lot
like we parkin cars and u know I got that spot
pussy bout to pop that ass bout to drop
hit my G-house and we ready to crop
page the boys on the celly shit about to get heavy
game over we aint playin no more
we on that shit that make bitches hit the floor
thc for me ghb for she
nah we aint take advantage, no need to
bitch give her pussy up more than lil kim do
ya im talkin shit while im on that hydro shit
tryin to get on that world wide round-trip
get my name in the game and lil bit of fame
bitches talkin loud and whisperin
like I aint hear em and I aint glistenin
shin-in cuz im grind-in
next step be Ballin...
while y'all niggas still crawlin
end of this story its dyin'

Soulja

Slip slip slippin
steady grain grippin
car doin doughnuts
mind straight trippin
high off that douja
call me a soulja
I ride for my doggs
straight boss hoggs
ride til you die
thats the mentality
dont be snitchin
that shit cowardly
lightin blunts up like times its hourly
you in it for life
call it your wife
bein a soulja aint no joke
disrespect and get choked -
OUT
the game still be rollin
but your family be bawlin
nigger got taken out
no walkin no talkin he aint crawlin
nigger assed out laid the fuck out
buried 6 deep
our prices not steep
they coincide with the lies
burgers and french fries
in ur boys eyes
he sees no lies
keeps his shit private
aint no need to violate
the agreement of perceivment
what u see is what u get
no need to grab the Tec
homeboy dont fuk wit toys
he dont wanna deal wit my boys
bigger figures not fake niggas
come at my souljas get raped nigga
dress in all black we aint rockin no bape
fuck the world but dress like an ape?
rather be rockin the mic on Pharells mixtape
fake ass djs actin like they got the tape
the master tape
to procastinate
the ones in charge like charles its large
from the city straight to the barge
niggers gettin buried in camouflouge
aint no hidin from this killa group
got the general ridin shotty in my coupe
lettin off rounds 2 by 2
shuttin down shops wit my crew
fail to pay and get unwelcomed out ur stay
this shit aint free, no VIP
we stackin more paper than Walt Disney
step up our guard, it aint very hard
souljas ridin in tanks like oh my god!!