Joe Budden - 6 Minutes Of Death lyrics

(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, 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

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 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, 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

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 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 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 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 for profit on super size

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 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

I'm on top of my game and still climbin'

They not fuckin' with him can't even peel the hymen

[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 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 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, 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 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

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

And yea that 5 slide and clock

im 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 lyin 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 niggaz still in the red

And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin

I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching