Lyrics

[Chorus:] (4x) Six million ways to die, so I chose to Shoot without thinking Living that gangsta life Straight bangin' Ready to die Straight bangin' Ready to die [Bad Boy:] They told me to roll with the gun Rap to the kick and the drum Clown on it, bitch you'll be one Claiming that Clik to the 1 Constantly twisting the tounge Bitch I spit venom Hit'em, light up a dose, in adrenaline Send them with shots to the penalties I don't give a fuck about penalties Don't give a fuck about enemies No one puts fear in me [Ese Brown:] These streets got frozen Step to the game With the homie Frost And now they're overdosing Gats and Buick's stolen With embalming fluid I'm rolling Holding close to 16 ounces of overdoseable With gats that are noticeable We roll with the chosen few With the locs on, it's serious [Romero New Mexico Lobo:] Straight to the dome like a head rush, critical So sick and so tired of accepting the minimum This hunger inside of me making me miserable Live it and see it I am it, a criminal No doubt in my mind I'm a dig it through You ain't in it to win it, then what you in it for? Put cynical lyrics to the pinnacle Hit it and pull it just like a bullet do [Kid Frost:] Cock back the hammer and squeeze Coming up like a fat rat snackin' his cheese The rap game's like one big infectious disease My practice, on continuing with the vaccine Hittin' on dust like a blues screen And it's crooked than H-Town gangster lean And we do what we do whenever we want Steppin' in and out coke-white limousines [Chorus:] (4x) Six million ways to die, so I chose to Shoot without thinking Living that gangsta life Straight bangin' Ready to die Straight bangin' Ready to die [Romero:] Gonna hit you with one punch With one dump Gonna murder each and every motherfucker that wants some Like I told you before Gonna take it to a level you ain't never seen before Give it to you raw Like you never saw Give away, take away Hit you hardcore You don't wanna go to war, son But 'fore the war begun You was talking a lot of shit And now you talking dick [Bad Boy:] I'm getting it blown Bullets and straps straight to the dome 7-0-Too many guns One Clik criminals One hit, critical Hit with the heat Hit with the beat I'm quick with the heat Homie that came with the creep Doing this shit for the streets Six million ways to die so I chose [Kid Frost:] Six million ways to die, suicide it's a suicide Where I come from we live life do or die Where you come from you live your life a lie Sucka like you stay drunk and high Can't look a real gangster in his eyes Slippin' so I caught you by surprise The dumb man that try to planned my demise Gets fucked up, broke down the sides [Ese Brown:] Strapped with the chrome Lookin for reasons to get it on Cocked back then it's on Bullets are blown, shots to their dome Pops and their gone stripped to their own Too scared to get it on with the frozen eyes Cock back that .45, open and wide And leave his thoughts on the passenger side seat immortalized [Chorus:] (4x) Six million ways to die, so I chose to Shoot without thinking Living that gangsta life Straight bangin' Ready to die Straight bangin' Ready to die [Kid Frost:] You show me the skirt There's a bitch in you Gonna get the shovel, dig a ditch for you A body in the desert, there for three weeks And still nobody's missing you So what's a G to do besides a holla at two? See the barricades and blast right through It's the life I chose, the life I live So tell me, what the fuck am I supposed to do? [Bad Boy:] Need me a sack of weed to get blown Bitches is acting on, then get goin' Homies is packing on to get it on, it's on Until we're getting on, homes With whole clips and chromes Holding the mic, don't look at us wrong Clika be bangin' and sangin' along Frost be the boss and we getting it on Banging on bitch and hoes [Romero:] Bad boy should I hit the blunt and get ridiculous Always walking with the bottle and a spliff to bust Said I live to bust, I live to bust a nut Gonna hurt em with the Nina Put a bullet through your peanut You ain't rough enough I got you ruffled up Make you crumble up like a (?) With their flannel split Now I got you full of (?) I don't care if I make a million homie I just wanna rip [Ese Brown:] I'm speaking for SC's and 28th Streets I speak for the Vegas streets, see them in the sheets 'Cause I can't sleep and I can't creep Without you punk ass bitches getting next to me They wanna test the G 'cause of my destiny You motherfuckers won't rest 'til the death of me But I'm a blaze the weed and lace the streets Gangsta shit straight for these streets and there is: [Chorus:] (x4) Six million ways to die, now so I chose to Shoot without thinking Living that gangsta life Straight bangin' Ready to die Straight bangin' Ready to die