Jae Millz - 6 Minutes of d**h lyrics

[Jae Millz] Millz break the block down from A to Z I could supply you with work, little n***a -- I'm like a temp agency I'm in the kitchen, wood chair with the feet broke Soft white got the table looking like a ski slope f** going out, me and my money elope And most n***as rap about money but they be broke My man went to Morehouse and had strong blow So I had him pitching in Atlanta like John Smoltz n***a, money make the world go round And a stack of it'll make a n***a girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose get the b**h loose And after the crew, I'll have her licking on her sis, too We getting money where I'm from, n***a (Harlem!) We getting tired of your chick, tell her pack her sh** -- come and get her Put her onto some sh**, and get her grind right Get her mind right, fatten the a** and get her spine tight I'm the flyest Most n***as want a deal with Nike -- I'm like, dumb n***a, I'm trying to buy it I need percentages, I don't care who the hottest Little n***a, I think big like Christopher Wallace And I won't stop until my grandkids' grandkids sitting on dollars And I ain't even a father, n***a Call me Your Majesty Young, black and fly and when it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality Little f** n***as still trying to battle me I go in their mouth like I'm a dentist looking for cavities 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***a Already got dough, now I'm chasing the power I'm the statue, stand tall cause I'm replacing the Towers And these n***as washed up now, they faces is sour Mad cause they broke and lonely and I'm making 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**ing reason to front now Uptown, let's go -- we got a reason to stunt now I told Joey and Stack sh** ain't intact Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back n***a, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothing impress me for the last three summers I don't give a f** how disrespected you may feel n***a, see me when you see me It's whatever, it's Jae Millz, motherf**er [Stack Bundles] The crew feel better when real 'round it Still round it, dress square but a n***a well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most n***as my first two Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's bidding war time -- I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed They know it's the voice of the hustle whenever they hear son up at the helm Son give 'em hell like Daniel in The Advocate The fans fiending for it -- they got the addict itch That's the bundles, put it all in your nose These n***as 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 Antik's, Red Monkey's, or Vi's out Y'all bring the V's out, I can even splurge GT's wasn't me so I'm leaning towards the Spurs Leaning towards the furs a lil' more to my nature Mink, coyote, fox all in the nature I get it in blocks I'm the Seymour Cake-ster I give it on the arm, you can get it from me Cause if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is making more for profit off Super Size I spit the truth inside, n***as wrote the fake sh** These n***as practicing snitching, y'all on some jake sh** Millz spoke on it, I agree with him Can't even spar with n***as, what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Purple Ca**ette So when you mention my name these n***as get offended No chain on, just a five star pendant General of that Riot so Squadddd Up Feeling real prestigious hopping out that Porsche truck I'm on top of my game and still climbing They're not f**ing with him, can't even peel off his hymen [Joe Budden] It's the n***a with the mask on that would yack dude for j**els Ain't gotta say it, that dude the truth Make me put that tool to use And these n***as that be in the game shaking like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf Not Tourrette's, gotta rep my team to the end Lambos to Ferraris to the Beamers to the Benz If I blam it'll k**, never ran never will Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my Timbs Hat low, it's not a weak link in my squad I'm LL, in too deep, I'm thinking I'm God Far as rappers, I'm thinking they're frauds Call 'em all Rubix Cubes cause I really used to think they was hard - ha! For once trust me, you don't wanna start problems The pound will make you Eddie Curry with a heart problem So if you on the block with only a few grams, man Then you a bird n***a, Toucan Sam And any beat, I'mma air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that Hit you 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**ing wit that red line Cause I'll murk any n***a that disrespect mine If it wasn't Fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude'll be a Daily News headline You ain't the best, what memo got sent? If you got dogs, what kennel 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 There ain't no type guts wit you You Terrell Owens -- them n***as that wear eagles, they don't even wanna f** with you Me, fam? I was pimping weed dirt back when n***as used to rock Simpsons t-shirts I'll give it to any n***a, I mean any n***a Big man or skinny n***a, dare a dude tempt me, n***a Auto or semi, n***a; dump till it's empty, n***a They don't even want you in New York -- you like Penny, n***a Check the time -- it's around that hour Little n***as, they ain't 'round 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 While they trying to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock I'm the million dollar baby, but I won't die trying to box Don't want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say that they supplying the raw You don't move white -- you lying, dog That's a never-ending story without the white flying dog Son, these dudes is broke, don't know the feeling of bread They in debt, tampon n***as, still in the red And the fans keep asking if ya man stopped beefing I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em, "Stop reaching" [k**a BH] Ah-ha, stop reaching! k**a BH, son! I'm ready to rock Yo, ah-ha When I come through, I'm like...a something I can't remember I'm that nice Like the spice Ah-ha I can't even spit right