Raw Reese - 6 1 8 Lyrics

(God dam dirty DJ's)
Let's take this shit up a knoch
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It's all midwest, my nigga raw reese
King of the city
Street Credit Volume 1

I represent the 6-1-8
I'm the king of the 6-1-8
And they hollin out 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8
6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8
618, 6-618, 6-618, 618
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My city don't play that
Thought it was over but this is payback
6-1-8 till I die know why I say that
Cause we struggeled and we hustled, mo money and mo muscle
With my whole hood in the club that means there's big trouble
No, there will neva be a nigga like me
Might come close but he ain't raw reese
I'm the king of the east st. streets
Killin the shows and rippin up these beats
Feelin and pimpin and takin all yo hoes
Welcome to the city, nigga east st. knows
Next year I'm comin out with east st. clothes, for the east st. niggas, and the east st. hoes
Wait a minute nigga let me keep that mic
Look at these earings, look at that ice
Look at that crowd, nigga look at this mic
Look at that gwap, nigga look at that price
Look at my pants, nigga look at my shoes
Look at my city, nigga look at them dudes
Look at yo clique, nigga look at them fools tryin to play me
You been lookin at the news
Big pimpin and makin moves, ya'll better pay yah dues
Yah boy pop the trunk and give ya whole hood the city blues
Almost look like ya should have messed with them city dudes
All of them gangsters you don't know what they will do to you


I represent the 6-1-8
I'm the king of the 6-1-8
And they hollin out 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8
6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8
618, 6-618, 6-618, 618
618, 6-618, 618, 6-618, 618, 6-618, 618, 6-618

Nigga get that money, nigga get that doe
When I'm in the hood I smoke east st. dro
At east st., nigga east st. knows
6-1-8 I'll lay low
Top down, ya block stop down, ya block 415 nigga jock down, ya block rock down, ya block hop down, ya block all up with bullets, nigga shot down ya block, OHHH
And the nigga in the motherf*ckin world that I can't flow
I'm hot but at the same time a nigga so cold
I'm harder than you and everybody knows
Ya'll niggas better lock yo doors, wait a minute
Let me slow it down you niggas from out of town
Mess around and get found on the center of the ground
No hard feelins I just want you to understand me
So don't come ridin on rimes flossin yo candy
KAPEESH the rules of raw reese
East st. louis all day in the streets
All though it may seem like I'm kind of a bad killa
I'm cool and I'm calm but just don't make me mad nigga
Aight

I represent the 6-1-8
I'm the king of the 6-1-8
And they hollin out 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8, 6-1-8
6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8, 6-6-1-8
618, 6-618, 6-618, 618
618, 6-618, 618, 6-618, 618, 6-618, 618, 6-618