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Fabolous - "6 Minutes"
Lyrics to 6 Minutes : {Cassidy speaks in the beginning and between each verse} [Cassidy] Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler And I brought two of my niggaz with me and we about to shut the industry down Aiyyo Wheezy lets get it poppin! [Lil Wayne] Hit me! Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide Ive come to take outside, nah do it right here Hop out later owning on everybodys home that you fuckin with Wheezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your bitch got keys on the lady Triple gold these four tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out Im flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle, uh The metal let em burn like Earth shiver births, uh If theres any beef I come running like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle street Im throwing my curve up We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert I got flow Im like "Sure" but, if its about dough Im like "Sure nuff" Im from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you niggaz bird lunch I see your lips moving but I aint heard much You see the wirst moving, it look like pure punch I hear the playa hating but I dont endorse such I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup And in the tires little package is gone Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones I spit like Myers bones, born in chromers For the buyers chromosomes I got summers I got vicadens, valiums I aint stopping Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin And thats how we rocking How can you hear that bop unless Im be-bopping Yeah skip when you hear that click Cash money nigga Im that shit I leave the begging ungh! [Cassidy] Thats what Im talking about Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they aint fuckin with you [Fabolous] Your goddamn right Im feeling myself A chauffeur no sir, Im wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself Im having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldnt understand it, until you get a million yourself You niggaz mustve got a deal for your health Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at any time I can start splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And Im buttoned up, Im just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books I got a new polished look And twenty dime bitches, to show yall niggaz how my two dollars look The boys got at least six digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money, is like ten bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some good smoke just for puffers The two grand twentys make the hustlers suffer Plus its fluffer, than a cotton ball Ive gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls But nowadays you cant put it past em I got a Dan Marino arm, Im bout to throw some bullets past em And the niggaz in the hood keep quoting my lines I dont jump ship I keep floating in mine Long as I keep toting Im fine Imma have these dick sucking niggaz deep-throating the nine I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip Its Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip Im reading scripts no, not the penmanship (no) The box-office shit (yeah), I box off this bitch (yeah) Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst And still make a mil off the first of months These dudes be the first to front Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front Im in the top position, I can make you a proposition Im in the hard top waiting on the drop edition To hell with the patience Imma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations [Cassidy] Yeah it is what it is, my niggaz just killed yall and Imma close the casket Im tryin not to let this industry get the best of me yall I work hard in the game, the games stressing me yall All they do is complain what they expect from me yall From the hood to Hollywood they respecting me yall And even overseas they accepting me yall All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me yall I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall But Im saving all my checks, Im investing em all They say, what goes up is gon definitely fall Even the stars work success, its my destiny yall Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe yall You cant name another cat that can mess with me yall At the shows all the hoes be molesting me yall I got broads crying trying to get next to me yall I got broads craving begging to have sex with me yall Screaming, "Cash you dont know how sexy you are!" And Im happy Im alive, Gods blessing me yall And all the problems that arrive is God testing me yall So I pray everyday but I aint praying too much Cause I be sinning everyday so I aint praying enough And we all could be beat, and I aint saying Im tough But if its beef I dont speak, I aint saying "Whats up" If its beef when we meet then Im spaying shit up Prraat prraat.I aint saying too much and thats that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close Cause the folks you call friends can envy the most Some catsll hang themselves if you give em a rope Burn the bridge and dont give a boat, let em sink Sometimes you gotta give em some some time to let em think But sometimes you gotta give em the nine and let em stink You cant bring every horse to the pond and let em drink Id rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up And we all gotta die, but I aint ready to leave Thats why even if its petty Ill be ready to squeeze But put a cheddar in cheese, guac-a-moola I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya! Like booya! Thats the sound when the pound busting Ooh, ah, youll be laying on the ground suffering Clownings nothing to pull out and blast you I try to only resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here are playing fair So before the odds are even Im leaving them laying there And I aint even playing believe what Im saying here Cause before this shit gets further your click gets murdered And found in a hole in the grass For trying to play that thug role Ill stomp a mud hole in your ass And this Cass, nigga Im that sick Full Surface nigga Im that shit, bitch! [ 6 Minutes Lyrics ]
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