6 Baronne Awk Awk Lyrics - Singles - Unlv

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

First verse 

{tec-9} 

Chillin' on the set with the fully automatic tec 

Never was caught slippin' that's how I got my respect 

I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' bleed to death 

Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath 

Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters 

Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters 

Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters 

But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is 

It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga 

Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money 

While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up 

My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups 

Lil' ya is chillin' yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone 

And I'm chillin' on 6th and baronne they call us 

U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the 

Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us 

I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin' 

Bout 6th and baronne 

Second verse 

{lil' ya} 

I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and baronne 

With a forty in my hand and about to get tore 

I got my dope stash and a tec on my side 

For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys 

For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na kill 

I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel 

For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' they hard 

I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car 

When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again 

Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed 

It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun 

Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done 

This is the place I call my mutherfuckin' home 

'cause I'm chillin' on 6th and baronne 

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

Third verse 

{yella boy} 

Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone 

My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion 

Born and raised in third because that's my home 

There's not another gangster set like 6th and baronne 

Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a week 

I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see 

My boys in rumors creepin' up but I just don't care 

This is live or die sucker no not you thug there 

I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit 

Cash money means ya got to stay legit 

Throwin' paper in the air a quarter now an ounce 

Then I call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her bow 

All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good 

Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good 

I'm down for a gangster strap can't you tell 

I know a buildin' down with me of the melph a mene and del a rell 

Tec-9, lil' ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers 

Not no child or little boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome 

(why) because I'm a gangster from 6th and baronne 

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

Forth verse 

{tec-9} 

Growin' up was hard but it all paid off well 

I was only eleven when I started to sell 

6th and baronne was the set that I sold rocks 

Drinks done went crazy because I'm servin' the block 

Now I'm on the run I guess I got to go 

I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o 

They say they got a reward if ya know where I'm at 

But I'm gonna make it hard for 'em because I'm packin' a gat 

Now I never was the type to run away from my home (why) 

Because I'm a nigga from 6th and baronne 

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

Fifth verse 

{lil' ya} 

I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome 

Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and baronne 

All the junkies gather around and come see the man 

I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand 

B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin' lincoln 

Yes he strapped with a twenty two 

Tec is in the house chillin' with moe 

While kerri on the floor doggin' doggin' 

Doggin' a ho chella's in the house chillin' 

With lamb while ronda with keisha 

With them bitches they don't give a damn 

Gettin' her haircut from sue tyra got a bitch 

You know what to do baby is on there other end 

Stun'n on the pay phone and I'm chillin' on 

6th and baronne 

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

Sixth verse 

{yella boy} 

I got to watch my damn back 

For the robbers and the gangsters 

Like in the fuckin' pin I draw my knife 

Then I shank ya because I know I got to handle that 

Because some niggas try'na creep up bests believe I got my gat 

You will never catch me slippin' 'cause the leather keep flippin' 

Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin' 

'cause a gangster out that third pushin' to much pain 

Comin' weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game 

There's a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it 

Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet 

I'm takin' no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct 

Sucker 'cause this shit ain't no joke that boo-koo money in land 

I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gee's 

Just to be then nigga again because I'm makin' big bank 

And packin' the chrome (why yella) because I'm a gangster 

From 6th and baronne 

Chorus 

I say boot up or shut up 

Nigga get yo life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay 

I say boot up or shut up or 

Get yo fuckin' life lit up 

Yeah yeah yeah wootay