6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics

Joe Budden Feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles

Joe Budden Feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles - 6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics

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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz wrote the fake shit

These niggaz practicin' snitchin' y'all on some jake shit

Millz spoke on it, I agree with him

Can't even spar with niggaz 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 niggaz 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

Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth

make me put that tool to use

these niggaz 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

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