6 Minutes (Feat. Jim Jones, Sheek Louch, HARL3Y) (Explicit Ver.)

Aye, aye, Ghostdini, what's up nigga? Ya heard? 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, ya heard? '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 [Verse 1 : Ghostface Killah + Jim Jones] V.I.P., thirty bottles and a bad bitch (There go my man) Smoke, coat heavy, that's the ratchet Russian diamonds, the wrist sparkle like chandeliers Photoshoots on glass roofs, come pull up a chair I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage (Uh-huh) Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop You heard? I said the fuckin' film won't dеvelop Talkin' like you got style I just camе to sell it (Nasty) Grape Clarks and plum robes, unexplainable (Move) Got the club at a certain farehenheit, drainin' you(Ha-ha) See me mean mugging', I'm thinkin' 'bout flamin' you (Who that?) Even when I don't speak, I'm still entertainin' you (I got 'em) 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 Six minutes (Hit a lick) Six minutes (Sold a brick) Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes) Six minutes (Took a bitch) Six minutes (Got you hit) Six minutes (My 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 a bitch) Six minutes (Got you hit) Six minutes (My niggas rich, keep the stick) 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 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!) 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)