![6 Minutes of Death - Joe Budden, Jae Millz, Stack Bundles](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284754739663925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 16.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
6 Minutes of Death |
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 mother fucker |
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
Caues if prices was any cheaper y’all be sellin' it for free |
Paid 2−3 sell it for 2−2-5 |
McDonald’s is making more for profit on super size |
I spit the truth inside niggas wrote the fake shit |
These niggas practicin' snitchin' y’all on some jake shit |
Millz spoke on it, I agree with him |
Can’t even spar with niggas 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 niggas get offended |
No chain on just a five star pendant |
General of that Riot so Squad Up |
Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that Porsche truck |
I’m on top of my game and still climbing |
They not fucking with him can’t even peel the hymen |
It’s the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels |
Ain’t gotta say it, that dudes the truth |
Make me put that tool to use |
And these niggas 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 they’re frauds |
Call them 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 with 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 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 fucking wit that red line |
Cause i’ll merk any nigga that disrespect mine |
If it wasn’t 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 |
Ain’t no type guts wit you |
You Terrel Owens them niggas that wear eagles |
They don’t even wanna fuck with you |
Me fam? |
I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggas 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 niggas 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 |
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 won’t the pie and all |
I don’t believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw |
You don’t move white you lying dogg |
That’s a neverending story without the white flying dog |
These dudes is broke don’t know the feeling of bread |
They in dept, tampon niggas still in the red |
And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin |
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Pump It Up | 2022 |
A Million Lights ft. Tyga, Cory Gunz, Mack Maine | 2010 |
Fire (Yes, Yes Y'all) ft. Busta Rhymes | 2002 |
Last Day ft. Lloyd Banks, Joe Budden | 2014 |
My Homies Still ft. Lil Wayne, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda | 2013 |
NBA ft. French Montana, Wiz Khalifa | 2013 |
Cannonball Remix ft. Drake, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda,Collin Munroe,Drake,Jae Millz | 2009 |
YM Banger ft. Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda, Tyga | 2009 |
Green Goblin ft. Chris Brown | 2012 |
My Own Planet ft. Joe Budden, Mr. Porter | 2011 |
I Like That (Stop) | 2005 |
She Dont Put It Down Like You ft. Joe Budden, Tank | 2013 |
Warfare ft. Joell Ortiz | 2015 |
YM Salute ft. Lil Twist, Lil Chuckee, Gudda Gudda | 2009 |
Tip Drill | 2012 |
Whatever U Want ft. Joe Budden | 2004 |
Drop Drop | 2002 |
Long Way to Go ft. Joe Budden | 2008 |
Rest in Peace | 2015 |
Pure Honesty ft. Steve Reason | 2013 |