Представляем точный текст композиции "6 Minutes Of Death" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «6 Minutes Of Death» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "6 Minutes Of Death"
Lyrics to 6 Minutes Of Death : (feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles) [Jae Millz] Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z I can supply you with work lil nigga, Im like the Temp. Agency Im 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 stackll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goosell get the bitch loose And after the crew Ill have her lickin on the sis too We gettin money where Im from nigga You gettin tired of your chick tell her pack her shit (Ill come and get her) Ill put her on to some shit and get her grind right Get her mind right fatten the ass and get her spine tight Im the flyest, most niggaz want a deal with Nike Im like dumb nigga Im tryna buy it I need percentages I dont care who the hottest Lil nigga I think +BIG+ like Christopher Wallace And I (and I) wont stop till my grand kids grand kids sittin on dollars And I aint even a father, nigga Call me your majesty, Im 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 Im the dentist lookin for cavaties I dont know why your mans hyped you with that battery Ill hit your whole team with caps and I dont mean salaries, nigga I already got dough now Im chasin the power Im the statue stand tall cuz Im replacin the Towers And these niggaz washed up now they faces is sour Mad cuz they broke and lonely and Im makin them dollars With enough divas to spread out to ten cities I can throw assists all night like Im M. Bibby Harlem got a fuckin reason to front now Uptown, lets go we got a reason to stunt now I told Joey and Stack shit aint in tact Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back Nigga, you can take it how you wanna But aint nothin impress me for the last three summers I dont give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga see me when you see me Its whateva, its Jae Millz mufucker [Stack Bundles] 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 its biddin war time I got a Bloomburg league So the hoods overwhelmed (why) They know its the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm Son giveem hell like "damn, he on the advocate" The fans fiendin for it they got the addict itch Thats the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil mes, hear it all in their flows Hos, thats a topic you dont even wanna touch on I face fuck the ones you couldnt touch on Hand brushed on see the denim know what these bout The Antiques, Red Munkeys, or Vis out Yall bring the Vs out I can even splurge GTs wasnt me so Im 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 Im the Semour Cakester I give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper yall be sellin it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonalds is makin more for profit on super size I spit the truth inside niggaz wrote the fake shit These niggaz practicin snitchin yall on some jake shit Millz spoke on it, I agree with him Cant even spar with niggaz whats the reason for a gym Aint 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 Im on top of my game and still climbin They not fuckin with him cant even peel the hymen [Joe Budden] Its 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 itll 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 Im LL In Too Deep, Im thinkin Im God As far as rappers Im thinkin theyre frauds call em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard For once trust me you dont 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 cant hear that Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me I aint Sticky Fingaz, I aint leave mine in the telly, smell me' Thank god he aint fuckin wit that red line cuz ill merk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude ll be a daily news headline You aint 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 itll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Lenos chin Aint no type guts wit you you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they dont even wanna fucc wit you Me fam' I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts Ill 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 its empty nigga they dont even want you in New York, you like Penny nigga Check the time its around that hour lil niggaz they aint around that powder They aint super or luigi or Mario, aint found that power plus they couldnt spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco they tryin to dap my hand like the Boys Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock im the million dollar baby, but I wont die tryin to box Dont want a piece of the cake, I wont the pie and all I dont believe em when they say they be supplying the raw You dont move white you lyin dogg thats a neverending story without the white flying dog These dudes is broke dont know the feeling of bread they in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin I call em Mr. Fantastic, tell em stop reaching [ 6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics ]
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