Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
First verse
{tec-9
Chillin on the set with the fully automatic tec
Never was caught slippin thats how I got my respect
I pop em up pop em up watchin bleed to death
Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breath
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters
But Im a tell you who the real fuckin killer is
Its an third ward nigga its an third ward nigga
Yes its an third ward nigga got the bitches and money
While Im chillin on the corner Im a get fucked up
My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups
Lil ya is chillin yella is thuggin and talkin on the phone
And Im chillin on 6th and baronne they call us
U.n.l.v. u.n.l.v. we comin straight out the
Fuckin one two three let a bitch rub up on us
Im a load my chrome fat gangster lil somethin
Bout 6th and baronne
Second verse
{lil ya
I was chillin on the corner of 6th and baronne
With a forty in my hand and about to get tore
I got my dope stash and a tec on my side
For them jokin mutherfuckers who be doin drivebys
For them pussy ass niggas Ive been tryna kill
I got a bullet proof vest and its made of steel
For you sissy ass niggas thinkin they hard
I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car
When a niggas on the set we makin money again
Drinkin forty red bullets smokin boo-koo weed
Its fucked up gettin drunk makin money havin fun
Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done
This is the place I call my mutherfuckin home
Cuz Im chillin on 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Third verse
{yella boy
Here comes an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone
My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion
Born and raised in third because thats my home
Theres not another gangster set like 6th and baronne
Because the bitches peepin out seven days a week
I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see
My boys in rumors creepin up but I just dont care
This is live or die sucker no not you thug there
I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangstas fit
Cash money means ya got to stay legit
Throwin paper in the air a quarter now an ounce
Then I call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her bow
All the gangsters in the hood be up to no good
Pack the mutherfuckin chrome smoke boo-koo weed now ya feel good
Im down for a gangster strap cant you tell
I know a buildin down with me of the melph a mene and del a rell
Tec-9, lil ya me myself yella boy we all third ward soldiers
Not no child or little boys Im makin big bank and packin the chrome
(why) because Im a gangster from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Forth verse
{tec-9
Growin up was hard but it all paid off well
I was only eleven when I started to sell
6th and baronne was the set that I sold rocks
Drinks done went crazy because Im servin the block
Now Im on the run I guess I got to go
I slipped and sold to an undercover five-o
They say they got a reward if ya know where Im at
But Im gonna make it hard for em because Im packin a gat
Now I never was the type to run away from my home (why)
Because Im a nigga from 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Fifth verse
{lil ya
I was chillin on the corner strapped with the fuckin chrome
Makin boo-koo money on 6th and baronne
All the junkies gather around and come see the man
I got big twenty flippers and za peter in my other hand
B 3 by my side he got dope to in a long fuckin lincoln
Yes he strapped with a twenty two
Tec is in the house chillin with moe
While kerri on the floor doggin doggin
Doggin a ho chellas in the house chillin
With lamb while ronda with keisha
With them bitches they dont give a damn
Gettin her haircut from sue tyra got a bitch
You know what to do baby is on there other end
Stunn on the pay phone and Im chillin on
6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
Sixth verse
{yella boy
I got to watch my damn back
For the robbers and the gangsters
Like in the fuckin pin I draw my knife
Then I shank ya because I know I got to handle that
Because some niggas tryna creep up bests believe I got my gat
You will never catch me slippin cuz the leather keep flippin
Try to play and my product man ya must be trippin
Cuz a gangster out that third pushin to much pain
Comin weak that ho shit bitch you a rookie at the game
Theres a dollar to made so best believe a playa call it
Disrespect my damn set watch yo back against the puppet
Im takin no shorts in the game of dope ya better come correct
Sucker cuz this shit aint no joke that boo-koo money in land
I got to have it in my hand got to make a hundred gees
Just to be then nigga again because Im makin big bank
And packin the chrome (why yella) because Im a gangster
From 6th and baronne
Chorus
I say boot up or shut up
Nigga get yo life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
I say boot up or shut up or
Get yo fuckin life lit up
Yeah yeah yeah wootay
