[Jim Jones]
Aye, aye Ghostini, what's up nigga? Y'eard?
Where them killa beez at?
While y'all was screamin' "killa beez" I was runnin' round with killa beez
Wu-Tang throw them Ws in the air, y'eard? 'Sup nigga
Aye Chef, wassup nigga
When you had that purple tape I was cookin' up every day to that shit, nigga
Me and Cam, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
[Ghostface Killah]
V.I.P., thirty bottles and a bad bitch
Smoke, coat heavy, that's the ratchet
Russian diamonds, the wrist sparkle like chandeliers
Photoshoots on glass roofs, couple up a cheer
I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage
Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop
You heard? I said the fuckin' film won't develop
Talkin' like you got style
I just came to sell it
Grape Clarks and plum robes, unexplainable
Got the club at a certain farehenheit, drainin' you
See me mean muggin', I'm thinkin' 'bout flamin' you
Even when I don't speak, I'm still entertainin' you
Back of the club is where you find me
Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies
Back of the club is where you find me
Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare you to try me
[Ghostface Killah & Harl3y]
Six minutes (Hit a lick)
Six minutes (Sold a brick)
Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)
Six minutes (Took your bitch)
Six minutes (Got you hit)
Six minutes (Our niggas rich, keep the stick)
Six minutes (Hit a lick)
Six minutes (Sold a brick)
Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)
Six minutes (Took your bitch)
Six minutes (Got you hit)
Six minutes (Our niggas rich, keep the stick)
[Jim Jones]
Yo, I hit the bird like Randy Johnson
Put a nigga in the box like my name Swanson
A bunch of TV dealers
An array of mine, my heat in the street, we winners
See these vintage, these is real life killers over here
Y'all pretend shit, stay the fuck away from me
Bullet for bullet, my nigga, you don't wanna trade with me
It's grown man B out over here, don't play with me
More bottles to the rich section (section)
Shawty cute, little storage in the mid section
Fantasized on a chick for a quick second
The beat king is skeet all up the mid section (yeah)
Hallelujah to the whole building
Rest in peace to the party and the whole ceiling
We turn heads like a thermostat
Come through heavy, my lil' niggas go to war with that
[Ghostface Killah & Harl3y, Sheek Louch]
Six minutes (Hit a lick)
Six minutes (Sold a brick)
Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)
Six minutes (Took your bitch)
Six minutes (Got you hit)
Six minutes (Our niggas rich, keep the stick)
Six minutes (Hit a lick)
Six minutes (Sold a brick) (Six Minutes, nigga)
Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes) (Sheek Louch)
Six minutes (Took your bitch) (Pretty Tony)
Six minutes (Got you hit) (facts nigga, I got 'em)
Six minutes (Our niggas, rich keep the stick) (D-Block!)
[Sheek Louch]
Yo, ayo
No jewelry but six houses and six tenants
You clown niggas, how's that for my six minutes?
I don't like to chill, I get the bag and keep steppin'
Pistol license, nigga, I ain't gotta throw my weapon
That nigga ain't ya man, y'all ain't talk in years
His mom passed away, where the fuck is your tears?
You still live in the hood, where the fuck is the deers?
You on the 'Gram all day like, who the fuck cares?
And I'm smart enough to know that these hoes ain't loyal
You leave it out too long, all that food is gon' spoil
Your whole town is dry, I just came to sell the oil
Drop it in a pot and keep whippin' till it boil
Fuckboy, my bars got bonkers
Say what you want, but them niggas nice from Yonkers
It's all jokes until somebody get shot
Ayo Ghost, how much time they got?
Six minutes, nigga (Six Minutes)
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