6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics - Jae Millz

[Jae Millz] 

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 

When it stack up it'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, (talk to em) 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 

Our captains lost our city now we gotta get it back 

I'm on top 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 

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[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 it's biddin' war time I got a Bloomberg 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 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 of a profit on Super Sized 

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 enough 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 

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[Joe Budden] 

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 tims 

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, Toucan 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 wasnt 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 

Aint no type guts wit you 

you terrel owens them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you 

Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz 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 niggaz 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 

While they tryin to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo 

And yea that 5 slide and clock 

I'm the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box 

Dont want a piece of the cake, I want the pie and all 

I don't believe 'em when they say that they be supplying the raw 

You don't move white you lyin dogg 

that's a neverending story without the white flying dog 

Son these dudes is broke don't 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 

[Killer BH] 

Yo, when I come through 

I'm like a something... 

I can't remember 

I'm that nice... 

Like the spice