Intro

[Intro]
Hold on, hold on, hold on, man
These niggas don't know who the fuck you is man
Tell 'em who you is, man!
(Tay Da Producer)
Six O, Six O
Six O, Six O, Six O
You know how we rockin', man (gang shit, gang shit, gang shit)

[Chorus]
Was a youngin' from Six O, used to go back to that store
Came home, went brazy, now they call me JusBlow
I was thirsty for a score, hit the block, grab the pole
Go fire their block up, I can't go, that's on my soul
Know we about our roll, off them pills for Stello
All-nighters in the O, havin' shootouts, better score

[Verse]
Clam up, watch him fold
"Be the best" what I was told
Investigation, keep it closed
If he out in two days, how the fuck? This nigga told
On Lil Steve, them niggas hoes
He had his pipe and he froze
Had him runnin' like a nose, hit his chest like the Moes
Shout out Folly, that's the Moes
And CoKilla, that's my bro
He'll straight drop a nigga
Like he just poured a four, 'Woods fat like a [?]
Green beam, Nina go
That steel I tote, them opps, they know
JusBlow gon' blow, start clappin' like a show, leave him colder than a snow
Yeah, it really go down in my city
Better ride with your pipe in my city
Young niggas be totin' them Glizzies
And the drums hold 50, bitch thick like Nicki
On my side, yeah, it really go down
We ain't duckin' shit but 12, them Crowns
Givin' out free smoke by the pounds
Red dots here for all these clowns
Light 'em up, light 'em up, light 'em up
How you a slider, you ain't never pulled up?
How you turnt, you ain't never turned up?
Hot boy, leave ya ass burned up
These niggas be so fugazy
You a grown ass man still totin' .380's
Pillow talkin' ass niggas, man, you love the lady
Her mouth a daycare, she ate all my babies
These rappers ain't really on shit
A song closest thing you had to a hit
Yeah, he rap, but that ain't his life
Be yourself, lil' nigga, you ain't right
Off a flat, I be out all night
I'm just tryna catch some action tonight
You better pray for a blessing tonight
'Cause if I catch you, I'ma spaz on sight

[Chorus]
Was a youngin' from Six O, used to go back to that store
Came home, went brazy, now they call me JusBlow
I was thirsty for a score, hit the block, grab the pole
Go fire their block up, I can't go, that's on my soul
Know we about our roll, off them pills for Stello
All-nighters in the O, havin' shootouts, better score