Produced & Mixed by Chain$aw Huey

Lyrics:
These niggas fake it 'til they make it
If I want it I'ma take it
Never thought that we would make it
Streets is cold ain't got no blanket
Yea it's cold outside its rainin'
Bet they know now what my name is
Lock myself up in my room, I lock myself up in the basement
100 days that we been slavin'
100 days that we been patient
Now this shit mine for the taking
Yea I die bout my respect
I die about my reputation
Drownin' you can't save me
Move in thousands like the navy, yea
Yea, Yea yeaa

Niggas ain't shit but in the way
I be in the fast lane fuck the middle lane
Niggas know my first, last and my middle name
On the block we got Ks and artillery
Niggas know I'm self made
I ain't tryna get saved
Yea I keep it X Rated I'm just tryna get paid
And I been on this chapter tryna see the next page
Tryna see the next day
Niggas frontin' like they know damn Chain
Resurrect the damn game,
But first I resurrect my damn niggas in the grave
All these niggas came up
Guess they beat me to the punch
Yea I'm stuck in my ways
Yea better cut to the chase
Yea I'm numb to the pain
Niggas know what the fuck I claim

These niggas fake it 'til they make it
If I want it I'ma take it
Never thought that we would make it
Streets is cold ain't got no blanket
Yea it's cold outside its rainin'
Bet they know now what my name is
Lock myself up in my room, I lock myself up in the basement
100 days that we been slavin'
100 days that we been patient
Now this shit mine for the taking
Yea I die bout my respect
I die about my reputation
Drownin' you can't save me
Move in thousands like the navy, yea
Yea, Yea yeaa

6ixside

Takin' Over

Produced & Mixed by Zepfire

Lyrics: 
Yea, this for the block (yea)
Keep a strap, yea keep this shit hot (shit hot)
Yea, countin' up knots (countin' up knots)
Yea, more trap, more damn rocks (mo rocks)
More damn rocks (mo rocks)
More damn
More damn knots (mo knots)
Yea, this for the block (for the block)
More damn
More damn knots (mo knots)

Yea smokin' moon rocks
Smokin' cookies, Yea my nigga we a hit the bookie
Yea I ain't no rookie
I remember days when we used to play hookie
And a nigga stay cool
But I ain't a killa that mean don't push me
And you know we gon' get em
Put 'em in the past yea that mean good riddance
Tryna stack them digits
Can't waste time no dollars no minutes
Can't leave no witness
Yea, my team gon' win it
The fiends itchin
Gotta feed the streets nigga

Yea, this for the block (for the block)
Keep a strap, yea keep this shit hot (shit hot)
Yea, countin' up knots (countin' up knots)
Yea, more trap, more damn rocks (mo rocks)
More damn rocks (mo rocks)
More damn
More damn knots (mo knots)
Yea, this for the block (for the block)
More damn
More damn knots (mo knots)

Knots

Produced & Mixed by Chain$aw Huey

Lyrics:
Ridin' in the city like I own it
Yea like I own this shit
Live & die in the city yea I'm on it
Lookin' at everybody like they an opponent
28 winters yea nigga this the coldest
Wake up nigga smell the folgers
I'm tryin' out here yea these niggas they ain't notice
They gon' wait til a nigga gone to give a nigga roses
Mine still waitin' on the throne
Playin' ring around the rosie
Came a long way from sittin' in the nosebleeds
I ain't going back to the old me
Only god knows why I feel this pain
I been outside tryna feel the rain
If the cops catch me then I plead insane
They gon' have to kill me 'fore I leave the game
I know why the birds sing in the cage
I been in the cage
Yea Yea

On my side, yea the tree's bigger
And the rivers swimming with fish
Better watch your ass 'fore you get hit
Live by the code, by the regiment
All black trucks like the president
I create the wave, now they sea sick
If the cops catch me I ain't seen shit
My teachers always said I wouldn't be shit
The OGs told me I'ma be rich
Now I'm in the middle
Forget to live a little
Foot on the pedal
Got that heavy metal
I'ma never settle
Dancin' with the devil
Pray we live forever
Swerving in a rental
Say a nigga mental
Birds of a feather
We gon' flock together, We gon' sing together

Ridin' in the city like I own it
Yea like I own this shit
Live & die in the city yea I'm on it
Lookin' at everybody like they an opponent
28 winters yea nigga this the coldest
Wake up nigga smell the folgers
I'm tryin' out here yea these niggas they ain't notice
They gon' wait til a nigga gone to give a nigga roses
Mine still waitin' on the throne
Playin' ring around the rosie
Came a long way from sittin' in the nosebleeds
I ain't going back to the old me
Only god knows why I feel this pain
I been outside tryna feel the rain
If the cops catch me then I plead insane
They gon' have to kill me 'fore I leave the game
I know why the birds sing in the cage
I been in the cage
Yea Yea

I Know Why The Birds Sing

Nightmare (ft. MSDOX)

Produced & Mixed by Zepfire

Lyrics:
Yea a nigga so spastic
Yea a nigga so drastic
Yea a nigga asthmatic
Smoke in my lungs we could puff, puff pass it
Save the best for last
Have the trap niggas shit doin gymnastics
I ain't goin' back to the trap or back to the projects
I promise you that
We could go hat for hat
We could go at it
Been at it the champ
Niggas can't come to my side
Yea these niggas know they won't make it back
Yea we stay stay outside
Yea this shit they know it's crack
These niggas can't come outside
Yea these niggas won't make it back

Smoke in my chest
Might get cardiac arrest
Can't walk the streets with no vest
Feel like the nigga 50 cent
We gon' raise the motherfuckin' roof
And a nigga ain't talkin' bout the motherfuckin' rent
Niggas cant come to my side
These niggas they know whats comin' next
I been out late nights
Yea these niggas bangin' on the net
And I only smoke cannons
We don't wave at no cameras
You should see me in the city no manners
From a place where they tote hammers
And I know they can't stand us
Come to my side we outside its bananas

Yea a nigga so spastic
Yea a nigga so drastic
Yea a nigga asthmatic
Smoke in my lungs we could puff, puff pass it
Save the best for last
Have the trap niggas shit doin gymnastics
I ain't goin' back to the trap or back to the projects
I promise you that
We could go hat for hat
We could go at it
Been at it the champ
Niggas can't come to my side
Yea these niggas know they won't make it back
Yea we stay stay outside
Yea this shit they know it's crack
These niggas can't come outside
Yea these niggas won't make it back

Make It Back

Produced by Zepfire x Lottoz

Lyrics: 
Yea, Paint the city blood red
Yea, they left me for dead
I want everyone dead
Yea, they left me for dead
Paint the city blood red
I don't need no friends
I'ma make a mill
I don't need no friends

Yea, yea it's cold blood in 'em
Lights out the first inning
I can hear the birds singing
In the trap nigga stay blinging
Yea, nigga stay sinning
And I keep the stainless
Come to my side, nigga stay winning
Yea I learned from the best
Yea, word to the 'jects
Yea, word the vets
Nigga say I need no rest
Niggas know I sleep when I'm dead
Say sleep is the cousin of death
I'ma sleep when I'm dead
Matter fact I'ma sleep with a vest

Yea, Paint the city blood red
Yea, they left me for dead
I want everyone dead
Yea, they left me for dead
Paint the city blood red
I don't need no friends
I'ma make a mill
I don't need no friends

Yea, ain't no makin' ammends
Ain't no makin' new friends
Stick to my side 'til the end
'fore I pull over on the shoulder
I'ma take em on a fast 5 bender
Take em to that side yea
Niggas can't lack like yea
Take em out where it's scenic
Take the route that's scenic
I don't need no help, I don't need it
Nigga it's a drought where I be at
Nigga in the south where my team at
Keep it on the L.O like Liban
Nigga can't let go of the streets, yea

Yea, Paint the city blood red
Yea, they left me for dead
I want everyone dead
Yea, they left me for dead
Paint the city blood red
I don't need no friends
I'ma make a mill
I don't need no friends

Yea Yea
Yea
Yea Yea

Paint the City Red

Produced by Chain$aw Huey

Mixed by Zepfire

Lyrics:
Ain't no capes
Ain't here to save the day
When it's a drought
Pray for rainy days
Pray for sunshine round the way
B-b-birds ringing
Butterflies in the grave, yea
Turn this shit to a damn stage
Yea, never had shit now it's champagne
I can't stay (yea)
It's damn hate (yea)
Nigga in the city

Yea, I ain't do it like Diddy
Niggas know I run the 6
Yea niggas know I run the fuckin' city
Know I run the whole game
Yea a nigga in cuffs and chains
Tryna take me out the game
Yea nigga ain't goin' out in vain
Yea I put on my ice, yea I put on my chains
Niggas can't stop me from shining
Yea a nigga in a ice age
We could go head to head
Straight up battle like light sabers
We could shoot it out, like MJ in the finals game

Ain't no capes
Ain't here to save the day
When it's a drought
Pray for rainy days
Pray for sunshine round the way
B-b-birds ringing
Butterflies in the grave, yea
Turn this shit to a damn stage
Yea, never had shit now it's champagne
I can't stay (yea)
It's damn hate (yea)
Nigga in the city

Love/Hate

Produced & Mixed by MSDOX

Lyrics:
Yea
Through the grapevine
Heard it all through the grapevine
They speak name it come back around
What goes up come back down
We up 'til the sun back down
Up day and night
Up til it's back down, yea
And you know I can't back down
What goes up come back down

Yea we shoot em down
Yea we catch em and we run em down
We ain't playin' we ain't fuckin' around
Killas know to stay silent they ain't make a sound
And false claimin' they cant say shit when I'm not around
Know we run the town
I been in the city
City lights on me, yea they glisten
Nigga I can't go missin'
Nigga the face of this shit
Nigga we a take your Mrs
Come to my side we a take your shit
Niggas they lookin like a lick
Pourin' up sprite til I get the right mix
I ain't goin' outside til a nigga get rich
It's pourin' outside yea a nigga getting lit
We ain't never had a pot to piss in
Know I show up front and centre
I'ma make it in this shit
That's the only thing on the agenda

Through the grapevine
Heard it all through the grapevine
They speak name it come back around
What goes up come back down
We up 'til the sun back down
Up day and night
Up til it's back down, yea
And you know I can't back down
What goes up come back down

See the color of my skin and ask my background
Put that nigga in the ground
Put that nigga down
Gimme that stick right now
Shit hold 50 rounds
We gon' get em now
We gon' lay em down
And its night when we coming out
Yea the wolves out
Yea we here now
I can't feel now
I can't feel now
Yea they talk about us
We the talk of the town

Through the grapevine
Heard it all through the grapevine
They speak name it come back around
What goes up come back down
We up 'til the sun back down
Up day and night
Up til it's back down, yea
And you know I can't back down
What goes up come back down

Grapevine

Long Live Ford (Skit)

Produced & Mixed by Chain$aw Huey

Lyrics:
Cold as January, February
Send em to the cemetery
Flowers where my friends are buried
Any means necessary
By any means
Say a prayer for my enemies
When we meet
We gon' see
We don't sleep
It's on me
The City
This was all we ever needed
Yea, know my niggas still bleeding

Yea I ain't makin' no treaty
In the game knee deep
Nigga don't, watch me
Nigga watch TV
Different strokes for different folks
I run the game, I run the show
Ain't goin' back, ain't comin' home
I live this shit, it's 20 below
With the greats going toe to toe
Need a sign I know the roads
Switchin' plates and switch postal codes
Leave em comatose
Yea with the fiends
Niggas know we make a scene
Comin' through the back door
Makin' hand to hands we been in these streets
Yea, these bullets hot yea, make a nigga dance like a ballerina

Yea
Cold as January, February
Send em to the cemetery
Flowers where my friends are buried
Any means necessary
By any means
Say a prayer for my enemies
When we meet
We gon' see
We don't sleep
It's on me
The City
This was all we ever needed
Yea, know my niggas still bleeding

Slugs, grains
More, pain
Drug, game
Last, name
Niggas playing cat and mouse
Gotta watch for the rats and snakes
But I been in the jungle
Yea these niggas couldn't last a day
Masked up, like it's a masquerade
Man, these niggas some fags
Better off fitted at the damn parade
This ain't no damn charade
Yea I did it in the trap
And you know half these niggas won't last
Half these niggas can't rap
Yea I show em the ropes
Til I hang em, watch they neck snap
Yea these niggas like crabs in a bucket
Hope they don't get snatched

Yea, Cold as January, February
Send em to the cemetery
Flowers where my friends are buried
Any means necessary
By any means
Say a prayer for my enemies
When we meet
We gon' see
We don't sleep
It's on me
The City
This was all we ever needed
Yea, know my niggas still bleeding

King of the Jungle

Produced & Mixed by Chain$aw Huey Co-Mixed by Amreen

Lyrics: 
Pourin' up
Codeine cups
We gon' raise hell
Take one of us
Grab them Ks let the sing, yea
In the trap with fiends, yea
Standing tall on my own two yea
I owe everything to the city
Yea I'm runnin' to the money
Stack it up
Can't get enough
Feel the rush
Blessings coming in abundance
Yea codeine in my cup

In my cup
Don't give a fuck
Don't give a fuck bout what you done
And I been in the streets
Nigga know where I'm from
Couldn't last a day in the slums
Couldn't last a day in these air force 1s
Yea and I did that
Southside, niggas really live that
Wanna run up, getcha shit back
We a run up in ya crib where ya kids at
Where the kids at
Yea niggas gettin' kidnapped
Crack em open nigga like a 6 pack
Tried to tell these niggas that this shit a mismatch

Yea, I'm pourin' up
Codeine cups
We gon' raise hell
Take one of us
Grab them Ks let the sing, yea
In the trap with fiends, yea
Standing tall on my own two yea
I owe everything to the city
Yea I'm runnin' to the money
Stack it up
Can't get enough
Feel the rush
Blessings coming in abundance
Yea codeine in my cup

Sippin' molly for the taste
All my problems went away
Couple dollas I done saved
Ain't not much else I can say
Ridin' round like I'm the one
Sound like I been on the run
If you know what I been on
If you know what I be on
If you know what I be on
If you know what I be on
If you know what I be on

Yea, I'm pourin' up
Codeine cups
We gon' raise hell
Take one of us
Grab them Ks let the sing, yea
In the trap with fiends, yea
Standing tall on my own two yea
I owe everything to the city
Yea I'm runnin' to the money
Stack it up
Can't get enough
Feel the rush
Blessings coming in abundance
Yea codeine in my cup

Codeine Cups (ft. Zuza)

6ixside
05.03.24

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King of the Jungle

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