JUMP

Ruffians MG
And its still a few hitters from the six (Six)
Jumpin over bodies when them boys aint hit the switch
Niggas deaf, who you think around the corner? Its a drill
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
Im from the six, we dont do no drive-bys
Walk up and say 'Hey', **** who you with
We gon pull up bangin, all my niggas gangin
Keep a blick, smokin on that stankin, man, that shit get dangerous
Draco, aint no aimin, all my killers angels
Like 'Who is him?' , you dont think the nigga safe, he lose a limb
Fifty thousand for the chain, half of thatll get you hit
Oh, shit, caught that boy dissin Lil Boo, now he dead
All blicks, we just play that shit for keeps, thats all year
I let it off, I keep my blick, I set it off up in this bitch
I seen it often in this shit, since hella young, since a jit
He said it all, I heard that boy he rat, I heard that boy he snitch
I bet it all, I bet the opps know not to pull up on the six
A hundred flicks, thats a hundred shots, look like we takin pics
Memo a trip, he just start shootin, I told him 'Get a grip'
She watch her left, sayin 'Six hundred Kll get you killed'
And Im off a pill, Im just sittin back, how I got the drill (Von)
These niggas hoes, you know I know
He think he slick, I know he told
Im on the road, still tottin pole (Huh?)
My gun be hot, your shit be cold (Boom, boom)
If you get caught, you better not fold
He had a case, his bond on hold (Damn)
He still locked up, its takin long (Uh-huh)
She wanna know when he comin home ( Damn, damn)
See, shit itll get real, you ever been on the drill?
When no one you shot got killed? Im just keepin it real
Have you ever been in the car with your homie who dont got the wheel? (Damn, damn)
He cant slide, he need him a pill
He a bitch, it is what it is
Thats your mans that youre tryna uplift
But when its one time, niggas aint gon do shit (Nah, nah)
Them niggas aint slidin no more
The opps outside, man, them niggas aint hidin no more (What?)
Well, I guess we aint have the guys no more
When you see a nigga killed your brother, you dont ask, just blow
When I **** with stars, give me passes though (Damn)
And if you dont wanna shoot just pass it, bro
**** yall wearing them masks for? (Huh, what?)
Niggas got guns, but they aint gon blow (Yeah)
Yeah, I know a rich nigga homeless
Got me a deal, aint homeless (Yeah, yeah)
Im a real nigga for life
But I aint tryna risk my life (Like yeah, yeah)
I was down bad on my dick and a nigga aint take my advice
(Yeah, yeah)
I was tryna make my night, but the Percocets ruin my life
(Yeah, yeah, gang)
Spent a whole M on my children
I was ****ed up gettin meal plans
Lambo dark and it still tints
Money on the lawyer and I'm still rich
I fell off once and Im still lit
Voice of the streets, its real shit
I did a lil time in 18, it was shit
Pounds in the mail, they aint mail shit
Im in school with a Kel-Tec
I love my brother for life, he lost his legs to a wheelchair
How you get blocks and you aint kill shit?
How you run blocks? You aint kill yet
I aint even pop my pill yet
Most these niggas cant feel that, yeah
You know what Im sayin, we do it for the streets
You know what Im sayin , the trenches
Everywhere, you know what Im sayin, Chicago
Lets get it, yeah