paroles de chanson 6 Minutes of Death - Joe Budden
Ayo
Millz
break
the
block
down
from
A
to
Z
I
can
supply
you
with
work
lil'
nigga,
I'm
like
the
Temp.
Agency
I'm
in
the
kitchen
wood
chilled
with
the
feet
broke
Soft
white
got
the
table
lookin'
like
a
ski
slope
Fuck
"goin
out"
me
and
my
money
elope
And
most
niggas
rap
about
money
but
they
be
broke
My
man
went
to
Moorehouse
and
had
a
strong
flow
So
I
had
him
pitchin'
in
Atlanta
like
John
Smoltz
Makin'
money
make
the
world
go
round
A
stack'll
make
a
nigga
girl
go
down,
clown
Patron
and
Grey
Goose'll
get
the
bitch
loose
And
after
the
crew
I'll
have
her
lickin'
on
the
'sis
too
We
gettin'
money
where
I'm
from
nigga
You
gettin'
tired
of
your
chick
tell
her
pack
her
shit
(I'll
come
and
get
her)
I'll
put
her
on
to
some
shit
and
get
her
grind
right
Get
her
mind
right
fatten
the
ass
and
get
her
spine
tight
I'm
the
flyest,
most
niggas
want
a
deal
with
Nike
I'm
like
dumb
nigga
I'm
tryna
buy
it
I
need
percentages
I
don't
care
who
the
hottest
Lil'
nigga
I
think
+BIG+
like
Christopher
Wallace
And
I
(and
I)
won't
stop
till
my
grand
kids'
grand
kids
sittin
on
dollars
And
I
ain't
even
a
father,
nigga
Call
me
your
majesty,
I'm
young
black
and
fly
When
it
come
to
dough
I
got
a
Jewish
mentality
Lil'
fuck
niggas
still
tryna
battle
me
I
go
in
they
mouth
like
I'm
the
dentist
lookin'
for
cavaties
I
don't
know
why
your
mans
hyped
you
with
that
battery
I'll
hit
your
whole
team
with
caps
and
I
don't
mean
salaries,
nigga
I
already
got
dough
now
I'm
chasin
the
power
I'm
the
statue
stand
tall
cuz
I'm
replacin'
the
Towers
And
these
niggas
washed
up
now
they
faces
is
sour
Mad
cuz
they
broke
and
lonely
and
I'm
makin
them
dollars
With
enough
divas
to
spread
out
to
ten
cities
I
can
throw
assists
all
night
like
I'm
M.
Bibby
Harlem
got
a
fuckin'
reason
to
front
now
Uptown,
let's
go
we
got
a
reason
to
stunt
now
I
told
Joey
and
Stack
shit
ain't
in
tact
Captains
lost
our
city
now
we
gotta
get
it
back
Nigga,
you
can
take
it
how
you
wanna
But
ain't
nothin
impress
me
for
the
last
three
summers
I
don't
give
a
fuck
how
disrespected
you
may
feel
Nigga
see
me
when
you
see
me
It's
whateva,
it's
Jae
Millz
mufucker
Nigga
the
crew
feel
better
when
well
rounded
(chea)
Still
rounded
(chea),
dress
square
but
a
nigga
well
rounded
Grounded
like
I
came
home
late
on
my
curfew
And
proved
I
was
better
than
most
niggas
my
first
two
(what)
Lil'
years
in
the
mixtape
league
Now
it's
biddin'
war
time
I
got
a
Bloomburg
league
So
the
hood's
overwhelmed
(why)
They
know
it's
the
voice
of
the
hustler
whenever
they
hear
son
up
at
the
Helm
Son
give'em
hell
like
"damn,
he
on
the
advocate"
The
fans
fiendin'
for
it
they
got
the
addict
itch
That's
the
bundles
put
it
all
in
your
nose
These
niggas
is
lil'
me's,
hear
it
all
in
their
flows
Ho's,
that's
a
topic
you
don't
even
wanna
touch
on
I
face
fuck
the
ones
you
couldn't
touch
on
Hand
brushed
on
see
the
denim
know
what
these
bout
The
Antiques,
Red
Munkey's,
or
Vi's
out
Yall
bring
the
V's
out
I
can
even
splurge
GT's
wasn't
me
so
I'm
leanin'
towards
the
Spurs
Leanin'
towards
the
furs
a
lil'
more
to
my
nature
Mink
coyote,
fox
all
in
the
nature
I
get
it
in
blocks
I'm
the
Semour
Cakester
I
give
it
on
the
arm
you
can
get
it
from
me
Cuz
if
prices
was
any
cheaper
y'all
be
sellin'
it
for
free
Paid
2-3
sell
it
for
2-2-5
McDonald's
is
makin
more
for
profit
on
super
size
I
spit
the
truth
inside
niggas
wrote
the
fake
shit
These
niggas
practicin'
snitchin'
y'all
on
some
jake
shit
Millz
spoke
on
it,
I
agree
with
him
Can't
even
spar
with
niggas
what's
the
reason
for
a
gym
Ain't
hot
even
to
even
work
up
a
sweat
I
been
fire
since
Wu
days
with
The
Perfect
Cassette
So
when
you
mention
my
name
these
niggas
get
offended
No
chain
on
just
a
five
star
pendant
General
of
that
Riot
so
Squadddd
Up
Feelin'
real
prestigious
hoppin'
out
that
Porsche
truck
I'm
on
top
of
my
game
and
still
climbin'
They
not
fuckin'
with
him
can't
even
peel
the
hymen
It's
the
nigga
with
the
mask
on
that
will
yack
dude
for
jewels
Ain't
gotta
say
it,
that
dudes
the
truth
Make
me
put
that
tool
to
use
These
niggas
will
be
in
the
game
shakin
like
Mahmoud
Abdul
Rauf/
Not
turrets,
gotta
rep,
my
team
to
the
end
Lambos
to
ferraris
to
the
beamers
to
the
benz
If
I
blam
it'll
kill,
never
ran
never
will
Only
thing
that
bleed
on
me
is
these
jeans
on
my
timbs
Hat
low
its
not
a
weak
link
in
my
squad
I'm
LL
In
Too
Deep,
I'm
thinkin
I'm
God
As
far
as
rappers
I'm
thinkin
theyre
frauds
Call
'em
all
rubix
cubes
cause
I
really
used
to
think
they
was
hard
For
once
trust
me
you
don't
wanna
start
problems
The
pound
will
make
you
Eddie
Curry
wit
a
heart
problem
So
if
you
on
the
block
wit
only
a
few
grams
man
Then
you
a
bird
nigga,
Tucan
Sam
And
any
beat
ima
air
that,
rappers
just
gotta
wear
that
Fox
Brown
should
be
the
only
one
that
can't
hear
that
Hit
you
in
the
spine
or
the
belly,
gun
on
me
I
ain't
Sticky
Fingaz,
I
ain't
leave
mine
in
the
telly,
smell
me?
Thank
god
he
ain't
fuckin
wit
that
red
line
Cuz
i'll
merk
any
nigga
that
disrespect
mine
If
it
wasn't
fed
time,
or
lock
up
or
rec
time,
dude
'll
be
a
daily
news
headline
You
ain't
the
best,
what
memo
got
sent?
If
you
got
dogs
what
kennel
they
in?
So
if
you
wanna
get
fresh
like
a
mentos
mint
Then
it'll
tempt
those
men,
wit
clips
longer
than
Leno's
chin
Ain't
no
type
guts
wit
you
You
terrel
owens
them
niggas
that
wear
eagles
they
don't
even
wanna
fucc
wit
you
Me
fam?
I
was
pimpin
weed
dirt,
back
when
niggas
used
to
rock
Simpsons
t-shirts
I'll
give
it
to
any
nigga,
I
mean
any
nigga
Big
man
or
skinny
nigga,
dare
a
dude
tempt
me
nigga
Auto
or
semi
nigga,
dump
it
till
it's
empty
nigga
They
don't
even
want
you
in
New
York,
you
like
Penny
nigga
Check
the
time
it's
around
that
hour
Lil
niggas
they
ain't
around
that
powder
They
ain't
super
or
luigi
or
Mario,
ain't
found
that
power
Plus
they
couldn't
spit
fire
if
they
found
that
flower
Cowards,
know
the
toys
bust
loco
They
tryin
to
dap
my
hand
like
the
Boy's
Club
logo
And
yea
that
5 slide
and
clock
Im
the
million
dollar
baby,
but
I
won't
die
tryin
to
box
Dont
want
a
piece
of
the
cake,
I
won't
the
pie
and
all
I
don't
believe
'em
when
they
say
they
be
supplying
the
raw
You
don't
move
white
you
lyin
dogg
That's
a
neverending
story
without
the
white
flying
dog
These
dudes
is
broke
don't
know
the
feeling
of
bread
They
in
dept,
tampon
niggas
still
in
the
red
And
the
fans
keep
askin
if
ya
man
stopped
beefin
I
call
'em
Mr.
Fantastic,
tell
'em
stop
reaching
1 Intro
2 Are You In the Mood Yet?
3 Old School Mouse
4 Killa BH, Pt. 1 (Skit)
5 6 Minutes of Death
6 So Serious
7 Get It Poppin'
8 The Future
9 If I Die Tomorrow
10 Young Niggas
11 Phone Sex (Interlude)
12 World Takeover
13 Dumb Out
14 Killa BH, Pt. 2 (Skit)
15 Ghetto America
16 What's Up
17 40 Licks
18 For a Reason
19 Three Side to a Story
20 Stained
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