6 Million Ways

Lyrics

[Intro] Whole hood in this bitch Nigga [Verse 1: Young Roddy] And I don't wanna chop it if it ain't about no dollars Hood nigga [?] Rasheed Wallace Dope boy I could tell you all about it One phone call get his whole clique bodied I rap circle around that nigga's posse Fuck the world that made my nigga go kamikaze I'm mob tied like I'm John Gotti A good kid who turned live wire Trying to dodge the feds, duck the pen I kill beats, don't make me kill again They bitch made I ain't nothing like them A cold killer call me Iceberg Slim Out [Verse 2: Smizz] I came up on them hot blocks where niggas could lose their life Me and Roddy graduated from shooting dice to moving white Just make sure your shoes are tight and your shooters right Make you five grand in a night if you move it right But in the streets they'll make you chose Make it heads you win, and tails you lose Ain't no winning in my section We wake up to gunshots for breakfast, go to sleep wake up to body bags for seconds Lil' nigga showed up to the crime scene flexing Police couldn't check him cus he knows how to [?] He reckless and he never prayed to the heavens So you know God will never bless him [Verse 3: Mal Dibiase] Million Dolla Make a nigga send the goons Come through strapped like the [?] Make a nigga make the news, I make moves Make a call, give your ass the blues Green light, green light, sixteens mean like a stuck up bitch I'm here to fuck up shit Murder everything moving, Drupey beats included Black mask black toolie, black bags zip 'em up Hoe souls [?] 'em up I used to give a fuck, I just don't no more I suggest you get low when my gun go blow Vertebrae boy I'm back in this bitch Murder murder kill kill boy I'm mackin' this bitch Word [Verse 4: Stan] I'm making decisions and never choosing choices You Boston strangled you probably lose your voice bitch Get bossed and bombed you never win that race Travolta Cage you probably lose your face And they say there's like 6 million ways I'm thinking more like a billion or even a trillion They got serial killers, hitmans assassins Murdering niggas and shit you never heard of All out to get you, all out to kill you All out to take some and then give you But I ain't tripping, cracker or nigga head getting blown [?] off I'm telling you it's [Verse 5: Harp] Mobbing like we Mobb Deep Treat the beat like my bitch I get boss deep Punched in like my punch sheet Killing every [?] nigga every beat Get your 6 million ways nigga how you want it If I hit the pussy then a nigga own it Smoking all this [?] got a nigga zoning See me getting money while I'm dealing corners In my city all they know is murder Henney shots 'til my vision blurry Got some goons if you in a hurry Straight shooters like they run with Curry [Verse 6: Rose Gold] Been in the dark time to step into the light I'm on my grind so I'm always out of sight I was dead wrong, thank God that I'm head strong Could of been another nigga calling the feds home With no plug taking [?] just to stack my chips Out the mud, trying to see the other side of the fence [?] Goodsense ain't nobody fucking with my clique Bitch I'm representing 'til I'm dead and gone Good word to my nigga I heard he coming home [?] Niggas make living very scary, they ain't showing no love Even in February get rich or die trying until I'm dead and buried