You Got Me Hanging on 6 Mile

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Biggs & Classic Chill] (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) (1-800 for you) You know we in the Bronx with it A 6 Mile nigga, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Yeah (Yeah) Knife gang in this bitch, nigga Come on, now [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Fat nigga, but them hundreds lookin' crispy (Bitch) I'm listenin', you talkin' money, you got my attention (What?) Fiend tryna clean my wheels off, I threw him fifty Here, take the money, he want Bobby Brown, bitch, Whitney (Okay) I shave a quarter off your face with this chopstick We drop shit, and every time I see you, you on opp shit (Lame) Pops slickin' niggas at your neck, you can't stop shit (Naw) 12 tryna stop us 'cause we got the whole block lit (We in this bitch) Beat the trap door off the hinges, makin' plenty sells Plenty bales, run up in this bitch, you gettin' sent to Hell Every fail, send the reaper to you quick as hell Went to jail, knocked that shit out, you niggas quick to tell Whole hood hot, but, boy, we still in this bitch On any tip, you lay it up on me, my niggas send this shit I'ma send her like Shaq, bro, on Kobe shit 'Cause all he do is wanna shoot soon as he touch the ball Fuck the mall, I'm tryna get a hundred before summer fall It's a Louis shirt, so bitch, don't touch me with your filthy paw Read the clause, I knew how to trap before I knew to crawl (Yeah) Do you want exotics or the scams? Bitch, we do it all [Chorus: Classic Chill] You (You) You got me hanging on 6 Mile You (You, you, you) You got me hanging on 6 Mile [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] She was used to niggas trickin', tryna take her to Benis Put her face on 1090s, took her to endi Fuckin' with the common names, you're end up like 50 I was waitin' in the cars, you brought it all back to me I found out you wasn't shit, put my mans on her You found out you was a ho, put your hands on her She used to shop at Rainbow, kept some Vans on her I got her swipin' out of town, now them bands on her I know it hurt when you found out your bitch wasn't shit I was in the feds, found out my bitch gettin' hit What, you expect me to trip? She had to run off with some cheese, you see me chasin' a bitch I got out, ran it up like Forrest Gump, wasn't retarded Hit the road, made twenty, I was just gettin' started So much chicken, I should sell eggs to the market Got that shit on me, probably smell like I farted [Chorus: Classic Chill] You (You) You got me hanging on 6 Mile You (You, you, you, My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) You got me hanging on 6 Mile [Outro: Classic Chill] Yeah You got me hanging on 6 Mile Bronx style