H-K's, fivesevens, forty-five's, magnums,
still keep the plastic glock, cause that shit is drastic,
when it comes to poppin heat, I got the shit mastered,
if I put the semi on, I'll kill yo ass faster.
Concrete blocks around yo motherfucking feet,
drop you in the river, watch yo ass just sink,
concrete blocks around yo motherfucking feet,
Detroit river, watch yo ass just sink.
6 mile, wolfpack, we carry that heat,
pop you in the dome, watch yo ass just leak,
you had a twenty-two, but that shits not sweet,
you thought you was a man, now yo ass just meat.
6 mile's hard and your crew is weak,
you thought you was a don, but your future looks bleak,
layin in the streets and yo ass looks beat,
I put you in the trunk, and yo body just wreeks.
Happy Halloween, I got a trick for your treat,
some concrete blocks around yo motherfucking feet.
I stepped out the game, came back and got drafted,
6-mile LA down, PA's get blasted,
wolfpack, nigga and we all some fucking bastards,
the streets keep us sharp dog, don't nothing get past us.
Yung Shadi get yo body ready for the dump,
why we call him Shadi, cause he carry that pump.
My nigga D-low got the drama for your street,
he'll make you bite the curb, leave ya brains on his sneaks.
If you act dumb, I'll call my cousin Buck,
keep poppin that shit, Buckwild will fuck you up.
My nigga Celly Cell, that nigga never fails,
one word from me, and yo ass will burn in hell.
My boy P-bone, can't leave them hoes alone,
but if you step on the block, he'll put a hole in ya dome.
When I'm riding dirty, D.I.D I keep it cool,
So that gangsta Bad News had to carry them tools.
Dougie fresh too, he will act a fucking fool,
So better watch yourself, when ya round that dude.
Perattis on the beat, the shit is so sweet,
its like he grabbed his fucking pistol and he smacked you cross the cheek.
My brother Nardi-Nard don't have to act hard,
if you fuck with the boy, we leave ya blood on the wall.
If thats too messy, and you wanna die neat,
I got these concrete boots for yo motherfuckin feet!
Now I lay you down to sleep,
you better pray my aim, ain't for your knees,
cause if you die, before I break,
the only good news is you won't suffocate.
Next I'll slaughter, your crew like sheep,
and pray to lord, your boys got heat,
cause if I fire, and your block is fake,
I'm gonna heat yall up, and ya heads I'll take.
Now I lay you down to sleep,
you better pray my aim, ain't for your knees,
cause if you die, before I break,
the only good news is you won't suffocate.
Next I'll slaughter, your crew like sheep,
and pray to lord, your boys got heat,
cause if I fire, and your block is fake,
I'm gonna heat yall up, and ya heads I'll take.
~Quik
