We Ready

[Verse 1: Edai] I say 6 0 gang shit Famous records, famous Justblow in the cut, you can't tell [?] Breezy got the tool and ya man when he spray shit Dotarachi with me too, bet he on the same shit Gang shit, all my niggas real, ain't no lame shit Only one, gone get this money, fuck the fame shit Came with my day ones, we ain't never change shit Started getting money, now i speak a different language 600 just 600 bitch, no we not the same clique Due to the fame, niggas changed, but i can't switch Its really true, i know they want us to lose But we really came from nothing, we got nothing to lose [Verse 2: S Dot] Im from the 6, where you can't stop on them corners Everyday a body drop and thats normal Grew up in that city, had to tote, only option is murder Why the fuck you on the block with no purpose And so my niggas gone, and ain't getting sent back So we riding with them pipes tryna get our lick back Team 600, ain't no stopping a semi, bro'nem still on the block with them glizzys We ready for em, man these niggas took my bro and they feel it for him Get that call, heard they lackin then we headed to em 060 we official, put a hole in that boy like a window Niggas sneaky talk, whats the issue Ask a nigga what he talkin, put the Glock to his dental, we ready [Verse 3: Justblow] Where i come from its 6 double 0 nigga He thought he caught me loafin, but i up my pole quicker Famous make you famous, bitch he a soul lifter 2 tone chrome, lots of shots gone hit ya Shots blicking off, looking like a burst picture If you ain't in the frame, how the fuck you get the picture I saw dogs turn to rats, and rats into snakes You was scared to do that hit, i saw it in yo face Switching lanes like im still on high speed with the jakes Caught him loafin [?] [Verse 4: Young Famous] Pop a nigga drop a nigga Singing like the opera nigga Killing all the opposition See the future pure munition 6 0 [?] Im colder than a polar bear Yo bitch she looking over here, you better keep her over there Niggas really pussy, really fuck em until he gushy Famous make you famous, i ain't talking bout a movie Bitch im reppin 6 0, cooling with my citgos We hungry like some hippos, clog his face like a pimple [Verse 5: 600Breezy] Team 600 naw this ain't dipset We pull up with slammers make yo whole clique wet nigga I swear to god we got this shit on lock Niggas sneak dissin us, like they can't get popped Im brezo from the 6, wassup You ever see yo bitch with me, know that she got fucked nigga We ride with toasters get yo ass burnt up 6 0 we run the city got this bitch turnt up nigga We neat deep in the game, most you niggas is lame They ain't beep through our pain, so nigga stay in your lane We cut the game like machetes, naw these niggas ain't ready We rip these niggas in peaces, and toss em up like confetti Im in the booth off the tooka, im surrounded by shootas We move more chickens than hooters, we still got gizzys and rugers