Joe Budden feat. Jae Millz & Stack Bundles 6 Minutes Of Death Lyrics

[Jae Millz]
Ayo Millz break the block down from A to Z
I can supply you with work lil' n____, 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
f___ "goin out" me and my money elope
And most n____s 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 n____ girl go down, clown
Patron and Grey Goose'll get the b____ loose
And after the crew I'll have her lickin' on the 'sis too
We gettin' money where I'm from n____
You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her s___ (I'll come and get her)
I'll put her on to some s___ and get her grind right
Get her mind right fatten the a__ and get her spine tight
I'm the flyest, most n____s want a deal with Nike
I'm like dumb n____ I'm tryna buy it
I need percentages I don't care who the hottest
Lil' n____ 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, n____
Call me your majesty, I'm young black and fly
When it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality
Lil' f___ n____s 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, n____
I already got dough now I'm chasin the power
I'm the statue stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the Towers
And these n____s 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 a__ists all night like I'm M. Bibby
Harlem got a f___in' reason to front now
Uptown, let's go we got a reason to stunt now
I told Joey and Stack s___ ain't in tact
Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back
n____, you can take it how you wanna
But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers
I don't give a f___ how disrespected you may feel
n____ see me when you see me
It's whateva, it's Jae Millz mufucka

[Stack Bundles]
n____ the crew feel better when well rounded (chea)
Still rounded (chea), dress square but a n____ well rounded
Grounded like I came home late on my curfew
And proved I was better than most n____s 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 "d___, 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 n____s 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 f___ 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 yall 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 n____s wrote the fake s___
These n____s practicin' snitchin' yall on some jake s___
Millz spoke on it, I agree with him
Can't even spar with n____s 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 n____s 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 f___in' with him can't even peel the hymen

[Joe Budden]
I's the n____ with the mask on not with gat dudes with jewels
Ain't gotta say it that dude's the truth
Make me put that tool to use
And these n____s'll be in the game shakin' like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf
Not tourettes, gotta rep my team til the end
Lambo's to Ferra's to the Beamers to the Benz
If I blam it'll killed, never ran never will
Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my Timb's
Hat low it's not a weak link in my squad
I'm LL, +In Too Deep+ I'm thinkin' I'm God
Far as rappers I'm thinkin' they frauds
Call'em all Rubik's Cubes cuz I really used to think they was hard
For once trust me, you don't wanna start problems
The pound'll make you Eddy Curry with a heart problem
So if you on the block with only a few grams man
Then you a bird n____, Toucan Sam
And any beat I'ma air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be on the only one that can't hear that
Hit'chu 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 f___in with that red line
Cuz I'll merk any n____ that disrespect mine
If it wasn't fed time (or)...or lock up, or wreck time
Dude'll be a Daily News headline
You ain't the best what memo got sent
If you got dawgs what kettle they in?
So if you wanna get fresh like a Mentos mint
Then it'll tempt those men with clips longer than Leno's chin
It ain't no type of guts with you
You Terrell Owens, them n____s that wear Eagles they don't even wanna f___ with you
Me fam I was pimped in wee dirt
Back when n____s used to rock Simpsons' t-shirts
I'll give it to any n____, I mean any n____
Big man or skinny n____, dare dude tempt me n____
Auto or semi n____, dump till it's empty n____
They don't even want you in New York you like Penny n____
Check the time it's around that hour
Lil' n____s stay 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
Why they tryna dap my hand like the boy's Club Logo
And yeah that's how it slide and c___
I'm the million dollar baby but I won't die tryna box
Don't want a piece of the cake I want pie and all
I don't believe'em when they say they supplyin' the raw
You don't move white you lyin dawg
That's a Neverending Story without the white flying dog
Son these dudes is broke, don't know the feelin' of bread
They in debt, tampon n____s still in the red
And the fans keep askin if your man stop beefin'
I call'em Mr. Fantasic, tell'em stop reachin

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