619 Hoodlumz Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Shadow

61 to the 9 the city of mine 

Got motherfuckers running like at Santana High 

So don't try using my name for your fame 

Mad 'cause a youngster got a lock on the game 

What a shame you ain't the gangster that you claim to be 

If you're really balling why the fuck you wanna hate on me 

Low Pro what? Homey I'm a gangster 

Amici Park Krazy motherfucker, quick to bank you 

And shank you with the ice pick 

'cause this fat motherfucker claims to have a whole album off my old shit 

It's cold shit, but homey fuck it 

I'ma let this poor fat fuck make a ducket 

So don't get it twisted thinking that he owns something 

Shadow Presents The Mayhem Clique cost me nothing 

All I wanted was a little bit of weed money 

That flip a key money, then you wanna talk funny 

[Chorus x2] 

From the youngest to the oldest 

Hottest to the coldest 

From the rugged to the boldest 

I'm the sickest and you know this 

I make a motherfucker fold when I throw this shit at you 

You say that you're this, you say you got that 

Then homey cock your strap and show me where your heart at 

Tricky spark that blunt and let these motherfuckers know 

We can have a gun fight or we could go toe to toe 

No furies pumped in this young Southsider 

San Diego rider, shit's getting tighter 

Fool step aside, it's between me and him 

Anybody wanna trip then it's us against them 

That's the way men handle it, can you hang 

I put in work with real soldiers, faggot you like to phone bang 

You know the name, Mr. Shadow all up in this 

Been nosey trick you need to mind your own business 

I got your name at the top of the list 

For being a bitch and running your lips like it ain't shit 

You get hit in the ribs with the club 

Fool you ain't a G, in the streets you get no love 

[Chorus x2] 

Already let the world know about the acting, yapping 

Now I gotta talk about your rapping 

You say that you're Worldwide, Coast to Coast 

Fool I'm still the same and requested the most 

You serve one day and post bail, scared of a cell 

'cause you know that they'll get you for the stories you tell 

How you're riding in them low-lows, hanging out with cholos 

Banging puffing dodo when really you're rolling solo 

Talk a lot of shit but you never do nothing 

Bitch you gotta have a loaded clip to start dumping 

Got your heart pumping, skipping a beat 

You diabetic motherfucker you ain't fucking with me 

I stay heated, weeded, not guilty's what I pleaded 

You call the comp and album 'cause my name is what you needed 

So be it, but fool you need to quit 

Stop talking out your neck on the phone woofing shit 

[Chorus x2]