Chorus
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I say boot up or shut up
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Nigga get yo life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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I say boot up or shut up or
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Get yo fuckin' life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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First Verse
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{Tec-9}
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Chillin' on the set with the fully automatic tec
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Never was caught slippin' that's how I got my respect
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I pop 'em up pop 'em up watchin' bleed to death
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Ya played with the Tec-9 now ya takin' yo last breath
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Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
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Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
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Now everybody comin' up to be the rulers and gangsters
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But I'm a tell you who the real fuckin' killer is
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It's an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga
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Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
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While I'm chillin' on the corner I'm a get fucked up
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My nigga T got a forty and brought two cups
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Lil' Ya is chillin' Yella is thuggin' and talkin' on the phone
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And I'm chillin' on 6th and Baronne they call us
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U.N.L.V. U.N.L.V. we comin straight out the
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Fuckin' one two three let a bitch rub up on us
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I'm a load my chrome fat gangster lil' somethin'
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Bout 6th and Baronne
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Second Verse
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{Lil' Ya}
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I was chillin' on the corner of 6th and Baronne
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With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
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I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
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For them jokin' mutherfuckers who be doin' drivebys
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For them pussy ass niggas I've been try'na kill
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I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel
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For you sissy ass niggas thinkin' they hard
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I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
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When a nigga's on the set we makin' money again
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Drinkin' forty red bullets smokin' boo-koo weed
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It's fucked up gettin' drunk makin' money havin' fun
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Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
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This is the place I call my mutherfuckin' home
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Cuz I'm chillin' on 6th and Baronne
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Chorus
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I say boot up or shut up
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Nigga get yo life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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I say boot up or shut up or
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Get yo fuckin' life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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Third Verse
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{Yella Boy}
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Here come's an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
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My name is Yella Boy no not Sylvester Stallion
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Born and raised in third because that's my home
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There's not another gangster set like 6th and Baronne
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Because the bitches peepin' out seven days a week
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I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
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My boys in rumors creepin' up but I just don't care
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This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
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I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangsta's fit
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Cash Money means ya got to stay legit
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Throwin' paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
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Then I call my dog bitch take her to Wall Street and make her bow
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All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
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Pack the mutherfuckin' chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good
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I'm down for a gangster strap can't you tell
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I know a buildin' down with me of the Melph a Mene and Del a Rell
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Tec-9, Lil' Ya me myself Yella Boy we all third ward soldiers
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Not no child or little boys I'm makin' big bank and packin' the chrome
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(Why) Because I'm a gangster from 6th and Baronne
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Chorus
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I say boot up or shut up
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Nigga get yo life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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I say boot up or shut up or
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Get yo fuckin' life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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Forth Verse
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{Tec-9}
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Growin' up was hard but it all paid off well
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I was only eleven when I started to sell
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6th and Baronne was the set that I sold rocks
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Drinks done went crazy because I'm servin' the block
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Now I'm on the run I guess I got to go
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I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
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They say they got a reward if ya know where I'm at
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But I'm gonna make it hard for 'em because I'm packin' a gat
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Now I never was the type to run away from my home (why)
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Because I'm a nigga from 6th and Baronne
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Chorus
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I say boot up or shut up
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Nigga get yo life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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I say boot up or shut up or
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Get yo fuckin' life lit up
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Yeah yeah yeah wootay
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Fifth Verse
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{Lil' Ya}
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I was chillin' on the corner strapped with the fuckin' chrome
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Makin' boo-koo money on 6th and Baronne
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All the junkies gather around and come see the man
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| I got big twenty flippers |
