Fabolous - 6 Minutes of d**h lyrics

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Fabolous - 6 Minutes of d**h lyrics

[Intro: Ca**idy] Yeah, I go by the name of Ca**idy the Hustler And I brought two of my n***as with me And we about to shut the industry down Aiyyo Wheezy let's get it poppin! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Hit me, f** that sh** this the south side Got a fat dick when your mouth wide, I'm from the take it outside Nah do it right here, nah, how 'bout later on Yeah when everybody home Look, you f**ing with Weezy F baby, please say the baby Riding with your b**h, got keys on the lady Triple gold D's Vogue tires on the whip Young Carter sliding out, I'm flyer than the whip Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil The pot or kettle, uh The metal let 'em burn like "Usher" but worser If there's any beef, I come Ron like Mercer Word up, eagle street I'm throwing my curve up We take your ice cream and turn you into Sherbert I got flow I'm like "Sure" but If it's about dough, I'm like "Sure 'nuff" I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you n***as bird lunch I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such I got the Escalade, guts like the tour bus I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup And in the tires where the package is gone Midas been a Goodyear with these Firestones I spit like Maya's poems, palming chromers For the buyers chromosomes I got soma's I got vicodins, valiums I ain't stopping Got powder, h**n, ex, oxycontin And that's how we rocking How can you hear that bop unless I'm be-bopping? Yeah skip when you hear that click Cash money, n***a, I'm that sh** Weezy Baby [Interlude: Ca**idy] That's what I'm talking about Now Fab, spit at these n***as And let them know why they ain't f**in' with you [Verse 2: Fabolous] You're goddamn right I'm feeling myself A chauffeur, no sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into k**ing herself I'm having problems dealing with wealth But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself You n***as must've got a deal for your health Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf I spend big, at any time I can start splurging The twin SIGs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm bu*toned up, I'm just a blue-collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books I got a new polished look And 20 dime b**hes, to show y'all n***as how my 2 dollars look The boy's got at least 6 digits on So the guns gotta be at least midget long The money, is like 10 bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some good smoke just for puffers The 2 grand 20's make the hustlers suffer Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball I've gotten calls wanting me to put the pot in malls But nowadays you can't put it past 'em I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm bout to throw some bullets past 'em And the n***as in the hood keep quoting my lines I don't jump ship, I keep floating in mine Long as I keep toting, I'm fine I'ma have these dick s**ing n***as deep-throating the 9 I jumped in the English ship, Benzed whip It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip I'm reading scripts, no, not the penmanship The box-office sh**, a box off this b**h Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst And still make a mil' on the first of months These dudes be the first to front 'Til their family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition I'm in the hard top waiting on the drop edition To hell with the patience I'ma send a n***a down under like Australia vacations [Ca**idy: Interlude] Yeah it is what it is My n***as just k**ed y'all and I'mma close the casket [Verse 3: Ca**idy] I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me, y'all I work hard for the fame, the game's stressing me y'all All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all From the hood to Hollywood, they're respecting me y'all And even overseas, they're accepting me y'all All the ladies show me love, the thugs repping me y'all I get a lot of dirty money, so expect me to ball But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall Even the stars, but success is my destiny, y'all Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe, y'all You can't name another cat that can mess with me, y'all At the shows all the hoes be molesting me, y'all I got broads crying trying to get next to me, y'all I got broads craving begging to have s** with me, y'all Screaming, "Ca** you don't know how s**y you are!" And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessing me y'all And all the problems that arrive is God testing me y'all So I pray everyday, but I ain't praying too much Cause I be sinning everyday, so I ain't praying enough And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up" If it's beef when we meet then I'm spraying sh** up Prraat prraat. I ain't saying too much and that's that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that gat cause he got hate in his blood Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close Cause the folks you call friends tend to envy the most Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time to let 'em think But sometimes you gotta give 'em the 9 and let 'em stink You can't bring every horse to the pond and let 'em drink I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink As soon as your eyes shut, them n***as will ride up And the guys that you trusted be getting you tied up And we all gotta die but, I ain't ready to leave That's why, even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze But put a cheddar in cheese, the guac-a-moola I pop the Ruger, send that hot sh** through ya Like booya, that's the sound when the pound busting Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground suffering Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you I try to only resort to violence if I have to But, man, n***as out here are playing fair So before the odds even I'm leaving them laying there And I ain't even playing, believe what I'm saying here Cause before this sh** gets further your click gets murdered And found in a hole in the gra** For trying to play that thug role I'll stomp a mud hole in your a** And this Ca**, n***a, I'm that sick Full Surface n***a, I'm that sh** b**h