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released October 25, 2013

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SIX-2 Biography
Craig Longmiles (born October 27th) was born and raised in Fort Worth, Texas. He is an American Rapper/Singer/Songwriter. Known by his Stage Name Six-2 believes himself less as a rapper per-say and more a conversationalist and story teller. ... more

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Track Name: Feat Six-2 & U.P.T.I.G.H.T - What Would You Do?
What Would You Do Lyrics
By Six-2 & U.P.T.I.G.H.T

Intro:
(Six-2)
Number 1's, and Mr. Two Face, Bitch Killa, You know I've been known to get beside myself at times,

Verse:
(Six-2)
It was a cold dark stormy night, similar to this one, The city stood still, and he was dressed to kill, Sportin dickeys, and in hi tech boots, picture that Plus he mugging the mean way, in the green bay, starter jacket and hat, What’s going on in the city after dark, you never know let the story unfold, One of these lost souls was a female (what’s up?)Let me tell what had happened, drop the low down by detail The bitch wore the game out, simple as that, I guess ya'll still don't know that you can't trust no ho, I'm crawlin down berry, made a right on miller, What was it, 1996 when two face became the bitch killa? That's around the time I straight said fuck it, Last night on the news, they say a bitch was abducted, The ho was found duct taped, that I know, They sexually abused her, and cut her throat.

Chorus:
Six-2 & U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.
What would you do, if 2face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment)Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can’t stop ya) the church cant either, D-O-A in Fort Worth, that's where I leave ya

What would you do, if 2face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment)Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) the church cant either, in the streets of 81G, is where I leave ya

Verse:
(U.P.-T.I.G.H.T).
I went to school wit him, shot pool wit him, acted a fool wit him, Drunk a brew wit him, who'd ever know that I'd be losing him? Never hung around with street thugs, or sold drugs, Still he caught 3 or 4 slugs, and landed in the mud, Face down, his mother came I seen her breakdown, From kilos, to OZ's, when bullets hit the sleeve, Of his jacket, super magnetic, I'm never gone forget it, The pain embedded, retaliation is not suggested, Parental advisory, I woman moved her child from by me, Took him inside, Ambulance arrived to get his body, Jumped in the 88, travelin doing 95 or better, Time to recover his Beretta, slipped in my sweater, Down to do whatever, buffalo soldier, Leather seats in the Oldsmobile feel like a sofa, Gun in my jeans, like they the holster, Coming close to mental malfunction, Continue punchin the gas, wondering if today is gone be his last, Don't even ask if I'm mad, got a ski mask, in my overnight bag, Underneath the pump, in case I need to dump, Rather beat the punk with bare hands, Aggravated glossy eyed, I’m on the highway in a trance, Hit the service road, running thru lights, like they were all green, The thought of him in a pine box was all I seen, Was it over green or a case of mistaken identity, Either way now they my enemies, I cut the car off.

Chorus:
(U.P.-T.I.G.H.T &. Six-2
What would you do if someone shot ya main partner, (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) the church cant either, putting in work for Dallas streets, is how I leave ya,

What would you do if someone shot ya main partner, (the heat of the moment) Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya)The church can’t either, putting in work for 2-1-dope, is how I leave ya

Verse:
(Six-2)
Stepped out my house, stopped short, oh no, Solid black rag, wrapped around a .44, Had a money situation with a fool next door, Disfigured his face and left him dead at the front door,
Won't hesitate, to annihilate a punk ho, Got to get ghost and regroup in Acapulco, Police got leads, but they really not fo shot tho, Suspect was last seen in Como, showin out, You shoulda seen him and .44 Glock, Had his, enemies nervious, beggin please don't serve us, In situations like these, I’ve been known to show out, He got his chest plate blowed out.
Easily I approach, You sittin like jack mask, go ballistic on yo bitch ass, Ya'll hoez ain’t ready for 2face, Been down since day uno, and ready to catch a case, Aggravated armed robbery is the plan, No need for skizzin, cause the clock keeps tickin, So what’s some aggravated shit without a pistol in it, The police say the suspects have not been apprehended.

Chorus:
(Six-2 & U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.
What would you do, if 2face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment)Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can’t stop ya) the church cant either, D-O-A in Fort Worth, that's where I leave ya

What would you do, if 2face came to pop ya? (The heat of the moment)Number one component, pain got ya, (the police can't stop ya) The church can’t either, in the streets of 8-1-G, is where I leave ya.
Track Name: Feat. Dr. Dre - Gorilla Pympin
Gorilla Pimpin Lyrics
By Six-2 & Dr. Dre
Verse:
(Six-2)
Big baller, uh Fly Diggi, black foe fifty quickly.
Runnin thru your city like a Gyspy.
I count a half of ounce of Buddha get the cash and bounce.
51 mashin, I ain't stopped, see who doin' the asking.
All these player haters doin' this blasting.
So while these fools’ words be heated like Passion.
I'm gon' cash-in, what, I'm workin' with a full grip.
Ain't no future in that bullshit, so I'll pull shit.
Off like a presidential snake.
And stay illegal like the governmental fake.
Is phat cat, all the time.
Got my shit lookin' bright like a shoes shine.
Rub you off like massage when I'm on the grind.
Cause in my mind you better get yours, cause I'm a get mine, fool.....

Chorus:
(Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin.
While we be chiefin Hay all day, Gorilla Pympin'

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard sippin.
While we be getting paid all day, Gorilla Pympin'

Verse:
(Six-2)
Now I’m a drop into it right quick, G shit
You finna get the convict, subliminal bomb shit.
Criminal, Monopoly, philosophy million dollar properties.
G’s overseas, status peep my Mack is my apparatus.
Known for my gift the Grammar from Atlanta to Atlantis.
I handle this, pound for pound.
Roy Jones scandalous Break em down.
I'm gonna give you what you need.
Full bars, big dick and straight weed.
Or get wet up fool you better get up and get yours from the T.O.P fuckin' with me.
Smooth jacks and broke backs and cool macks.
Some criminal contacts be lovin' my platinum plaques.
But that ain't where my goals at.
On the real, dollar bills motha fucker, can you fold that.....

Chorus:
(Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin.
While we be gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin'
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin.
Or maybe gettin' paid, all day, Gorilla Pympin'

Break:
(Dr. Dre)
It's goin' on and on nigga
It's goin' on and on and on its goin' on and
on my nigg It's goin' on and on and on Its goin' on and on nigga It's goin' on and on and on Its goin' on and on my nigg G's up goin' on and on and on

Verse :
(Six-2)
Knick Knack Patty Wack, give the dog a bone.
No give him a check and tell my nigga it’s on.
It don't stop, until your life get popped.
And you can sell them 5 million' when you drop.
I jam, better than the rest of them I am,
There for I pack a floor when I'm on my tour.
If we can make it though, niggaz actin' hardcore.
It ain't the coast though nigga it’s the cash flow,
Or tha ass-holes, for sheezy best believe me.
Ain't no tellin' where my G's be.
Nationality, reality, niggaz salary, or locality.
Uh the grand finale, on my way back from Cali'
Fuckin twin bitches, and they friends for they ends.
And it's on nigga, rocks slangin' to you like the dirty cop.
Clock till the world stop, make them all dropped.
My nigga Doc' empty out the whole box.
Set it off, come one, come out get yours.
Talkin' about your all black clothes, Cadillac doors, money from phat hoes.
You know that's how Gorilla Pympin' goes.
Realize that you gotta get yours all dimes, all the time.
You better get yours, cause I'm a get mine, fool.

Chorus:
(Dr. Dre)
Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin
Or maybe smoking Hay all day, Gorilla Pympin'

Stackin' them bricks got you trippin.
Them cookies and them cakes got you slippin.
A flock of birds got you on the yard simpin’
Or maybe gettin’ paid all day, Gorilla Pympin'

Outro:
(Six-2 talking)
304’s on they back got game. They don’t know how to act.
Track Name: Six-2 & Dr. Dre - Judgment Day
Judgment Day Lyrics
By Six-2 & Dr. Dre
(Dr. Dre):
“Plays sample of Police sirens all over the track”

Intro:
(Six-2)
It's “Judgment Day" 13 b 61 13 b 61 “police chatter”

Verse:
(Six-2)
Total chaos, All Out, mass confusion.
Dead woods cruising for bruising’s.
Label me sick, Six-2’s havin a psychopathic fit.
Some people think I'm loony and deranged "uh ha".
Because I commit these murders at the point blank range. [Gun Shot]
Bow down, I'm aimin' at your face.
Murder one did, and close casket case all-out war.
Don’t ring the alarm. These hollow points' will cave your chest in and fuck up your arm. Fool, I drops the bomb. Casualties packed up and stacks.
Like in nom my G lock don't seem to want to stop.
Four dead woods, left four dead in the donut shop.
It's time to tear the roof off this motha fucka.
Ain’t got no love for these sucker style busters......

Chorus::
(Six-2).
It’s Judgment Day don't you get caught slippin' without your AK.

Break::
(Six-2)
I touched down at the L.A. O.K. Best dope ever mixed, 2Face and Dr. Dre.

(Dr. Dre)
Welcome to Californ-I-A, my nigga the home of palm trees and sticky green killers.

Verse::
(Six-2)
I hit the city G'd up "for real" and let's get this understood,
I'm good for two or three mill.
Deeply thinkin' while I'm Rollin, Smokin' and Drankin.
The D.O.C. you know it ain't easy being me.
Done been through the whole nine
And still tickin' this is GenaCide on mine.
Let’s be realistic if he don't get what he supposed.
He subject to go ballistic.
2Face' ll leave the motha-fucka twisted. Watch your mouth,
Y’all niggaz don't even know me but you owe me.
Don’t be like these phonies and catch a dome call homey.
That’s all I can say my nigga, cases closed now let's go and get this paper my nigga and chase hoes.......

Chorus:
(Six-2)
It’s Judgment Day don't you get caught slippin' without your AK.
Don't you get caught slippin' without your AK.

Verse:
(Six-2)
I touched down from outta nowhere, ready to catch a case.
The Gorilla goes bananas with a solid black bandana on his face.
His tattoo says 8-1-G. 2Face the bitch killer,
All eyes on me. I do my dirt in the broad day, with the AK till they all deceased.
May he R.I.Peace. See my mentality is totally fucked up.
I'm a time bomb tickin' ready to self-destruct.
I do this till I'm satisfied, y'all ain't heard I goes Bozos on bitches.
They said cause of the HUD and the herb.
Havin' suicidal thoughts in my room.
Won’t hesitate to put the .44 to your dome.
Then BOOM [Gun Shot]...

Outro:
(Six-2)
Don't you get caught slippin' without your AK.
Sincerely yours Mr. 2Face.
Don't you get caught slippin' without your AK.
Sincerely yours Mr. Two Face.