The Six Way by Ghetto Inmates Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayo! I got motherfucking six MC's. And we from the motherfucking six borough. And we gon' show y'all motherfuckers how the six do. There's only one way and one way only. The motherfucking six way. Ayo Ghetto Inmates, let them motherfuckers have it!
[Verse One]
There's no ghetto realer than the ghetto that I live in
We all inmates in this cold world I call "prison"
Where we gotta make decisions
Some bad ones, some sad ones
And I ran through mad guns
From machine guns to hand guns
Never hesitate to bust and when I land one
Whoever in front of me gets the "and 1"
Cause the other way around ain't the plan son
I'm trying to see my seed become a man son
Maybe have a grandson
And if I can son
Buy a mansion for all my G.I.'s
Cause when we see pies we split 'em
We wiseguys and clap shit up when cops die
And pray for whoever hit 'em
Yo, Raze get 'em
[Verse Two: Raze]
No doubt...
Niggas cut me a suffice slice so I'ma take my piece
Put a jewel in your crown and break out and say "peace"
To my brothers in the stomach of the beast, none the least
Punks wanna see my career plummet and my life cease
But my fleet's mass will make rappers flee fast
Especially the ones who sell out to receive cash
Me? I could never be a son/Sun like Steve Nash
I see trash vocalists and make 'em retreat
[?] through my task will leave gash on a beat
So it could be a smash on the street
Praise the words I speak
To sweep the weak from the elite plus dismantle
Those who wanna gamble like Pete Rose get handled
[Verse Three]
Yo everyday's another day that I think I'm gon' die
My friends say I'm paranoid, they think I'm perfectly fine
But me? I think it's more than that, I feel I'm losing my mind
I'm supposed to be righteous yet I'm caught up in crime
Selling drugs to niggas mothers I knew since I was nine
Shit sound foul but yo I'm only telling the truth
I ain't in denial, I'm a loser like my pop dukes
If it wasn't for rap, son I wouldn't be jack
Cause the only job I ever had was on the corner selling crack
And that's the six way black, we love fast money
Step on my toes and they'll be your ass sonny
[Verse Four]
Show 'em on some six way
Reverse out back from triple M
From Smith out to the Hildon Ave we break trends
From mens waving their guns in an orderly fashion
Dedicated to this rap to see murders with passion
[?] how we bust lips, spray clips for dead peeps
And light bones for inmates facing charges on the cell piece
The real streets from town to town blank [?] from a fast slug
Dark side where we freestyle my hustlers who pass drugs
It sounds bug but every ghetto lives the same life
But it's a Ghetto Inmates subject and we're paying the price
To spit a paragraph to make your amp bleed
Don't even amp me
[Verse Five]
I'd die for my bitch, six borough hometown
I'm Lucky Luciano, role models is found
And mad cipher born figures, each river dirty niggas
Straight cheese
Break dishes, rape niggas, shit on my dick
I ain't squeeze at the industry
Mentally Bernstein with ministry
One of the clique
They call "son of a bitch" [?] Rifkin
Conviction, assassinate plots for marks where terrorism will ring bells
From Bangladesh back to the L.E.S
Something y'all could wear, six way of death
[Verse Six]
You niggas better act like Mike and take flight
Getting punches in your windpipe, yo that's a quick fight
A G.I. you wouldn't want to face Faces Of Death
Get left, put the rest six steps slower, somebody should've told ya
Ghetto Inmates for 9-8 is taking place
Niggas best switch lanes, fuck fame you know the claim
Stay consistent, so strong you can't dilute it
On any movement
Keep your distance, I'm all about the paper
You bitch niggas better wake up
Yo straight up, I crumble bones, leave your frame a bag of chips
Shake up no question
Chromes to the domes get blown
Tragically, automatically just tear your chest cavity
Ayo! I got motherfucking six MC's. And we from the motherfucking six borough. And we gon' show y'all motherfuckers how the six do. There's only one way and one way only. The motherfucking six way. Ayo Ghetto Inmates, let them motherfuckers have it!
[Verse One]
There's no ghetto realer than the ghetto that I live in
We all inmates in this cold world I call "prison"
Where we gotta make decisions
Some bad ones, some sad ones
And I ran through mad guns
From machine guns to hand guns
Never hesitate to bust and when I land one
Whoever in front of me gets the "and 1"
Cause the other way around ain't the plan son
I'm trying to see my seed become a man son
Maybe have a grandson
And if I can son
Buy a mansion for all my G.I.'s
Cause when we see pies we split 'em
We wiseguys and clap shit up when cops die
And pray for whoever hit 'em
Yo, Raze get 'em
[Verse Two: Raze]
No doubt...
Niggas cut me a suffice slice so I'ma take my piece
Put a jewel in your crown and break out and say "peace"
To my brothers in the stomach of the beast, none the least
Punks wanna see my career plummet and my life cease
But my fleet's mass will make rappers flee fast
Especially the ones who sell out to receive cash
Me? I could never be a son/Sun like Steve Nash
I see trash vocalists and make 'em retreat
[?] through my task will leave gash on a beat
So it could be a smash on the street
Praise the words I speak
To sweep the weak from the elite plus dismantle
Those who wanna gamble like Pete Rose get handled
[Verse Three]
Yo everyday's another day that I think I'm gon' die
My friends say I'm paranoid, they think I'm perfectly fine
But me? I think it's more than that, I feel I'm losing my mind
I'm supposed to be righteous yet I'm caught up in crime
Selling drugs to niggas mothers I knew since I was nine
Shit sound foul but yo I'm only telling the truth
I ain't in denial, I'm a loser like my pop dukes
If it wasn't for rap, son I wouldn't be jack
Cause the only job I ever had was on the corner selling crack
And that's the six way black, we love fast money
Step on my toes and they'll be your ass sonny
[Verse Four]
Show 'em on some six way
Reverse out back from triple M
From Smith out to the Hildon Ave we break trends
From mens waving their guns in an orderly fashion
Dedicated to this rap to see murders with passion
[?] how we bust lips, spray clips for dead peeps
And light bones for inmates facing charges on the cell piece
The real streets from town to town blank [?] from a fast slug
Dark side where we freestyle my hustlers who pass drugs
It sounds bug but every ghetto lives the same life
But it's a Ghetto Inmates subject and we're paying the price
To spit a paragraph to make your amp bleed
Don't even amp me
[Verse Five]
I'd die for my bitch, six borough hometown
I'm Lucky Luciano, role models is found
And mad cipher born figures, each river dirty niggas
Straight cheese
Break dishes, rape niggas, shit on my dick
I ain't squeeze at the industry
Mentally Bernstein with ministry
One of the clique
They call "son of a bitch" [?] Rifkin
Conviction, assassinate plots for marks where terrorism will ring bells
From Bangladesh back to the L.E.S
Something y'all could wear, six way of death
[Verse Six]
You niggas better act like Mike and take flight
Getting punches in your windpipe, yo that's a quick fight
A G.I. you wouldn't want to face Faces Of Death
Get left, put the rest six steps slower, somebody should've told ya
Ghetto Inmates for 9-8 is taking place
Niggas best switch lanes, fuck fame you know the claim
Stay consistent, so strong you can't dilute it
On any movement
Keep your distance, I'm all about the paper
You bitch niggas better wake up
Yo straight up, I crumble bones, leave your frame a bag of chips
Shake up no question
Chromes to the domes get blown
Tragically, automatically just tear your chest cavity