6 Out Of 6 Lyrics - 50 Cent

I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers 

Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor 

You running, I'm coming to get you boy 

You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya 

Times running out, I'ma get ya boy 

I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile 

That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down 

Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana 

I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter 

The hoes, that's a whole different story 

Find out the baby ain't mine, right there on Maury 

Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale 

Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell 

That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love 

Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged 

This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine 

(Tu, tu, tu) I'm on ya head with the beam 

So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers 

You're fucking with the wrong one 

The strong one that God gave the gift 

Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it 

Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch 

Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor 

You running, I'm coming to get you boy 

You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya 

Times running out, I'ma get ya boy 

(Get get gully, g-g-get gully 

Get get gully, g-g-get gully 

We get gully and we get money 

Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me) 

Rain drops from heaven, the angels are cryin' 

It's raining outside, envision my gun firin' 

Red and white flashes, the police coming 

Nigga you ain't hittin' none, why the fuck are you running 

I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn 

When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn 

Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub 

Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug 

You know it's really not worth it 

To fuck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent 

Don't cry we all die 

It's just a matter of time 

Nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine 

Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendencies inside of an emcee 

Fuck around I will line you 

Run from me, I will find you 

Forgot I'm nice, I will remind you 

One, two, fifty coming for you 

Three, four, better lock ya door 

Five, six, grab ya crucifix 

Seven, eight, don't stay up late 

Yeah, I need a target 

So I can smash their head 

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