Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Six, Six, Six, artist - Mr. Lil One. Date of issue: 15.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Six, Six, Six |
| 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 |