Текст песни 24 Bars, Pt. 1 - 600 Breezy

Six O
Gang gang gang gang gang

I'm in the cut with the mop, trying to clean a nigga block
Pop out, Glock out, everybody getting sparked
These niggas snitches man, my city full of narcs
Bullets flying at these targets you would think I'm throwing darts
Slamming rakes, popping gates, fuck the Jakes
If you disrespect L'A I'll put this .40 to your face and just spaz out
Bossman my shooter on the block with them 9's out
And I'm going crazy 'till they free my lil bro 9 out
Extended clips, irons out, head shots spill your mind out
Niggas pulling up they hide out aim for his back blow his spine out
Tell these fuck niggas turn up
We sliding with the torch, motherfuckers getting burned up
I'm smoking Tooka like a hookah
Team 600 full of shooters
MACs, TECs, German Rugers
Leave 'em stinking like manure
All my shorties buckin' shootin'
[?] don't shoot 'em
Niggas knowing how I'm rocking
I'm a hundred times six, so these Y's I'm dropping
Rubber band shit, lil nigga what's popping?
Call me Breezy from the bricks
I ain't never been a hooper, all I know is shooting bricks
I'm out here on 600, ten toes in this shit
You don't wanna tweak with us, we got poles in this bitch