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lirik lagu 6 million ways – young roddy

[intro]
whole hood in this b-tch
n-gg-

[verse 1: young roddy]
and i don’t wanna chop it if it ain’t about no dollars
hood n-gg- [?] rasheed wallace
dope boy i could tell you all about it
one phone call get his whole clique bodied
i rap circle around that n-gg-‘s posse
f-ck the world that made my n-gg- 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 k!ll beats, don’t make me k!ll again
they b-tch made i ain’t nothing like them
a cold k!ller call me iceberg slim
out

[verse 2: smizz]
i came up on them hot blocks where n-gg-s 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’ n-gg- 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 n-gg- send the goons
come through strapped like the [?]
make a n-gg- make the news, i make moves
make a call, give your -ss the blues
green light, green light, sixteens mean like a stuck up b-tch
i’m here to f-ck up sh-t
murder everything moving, drupey beats included
black mask black toolie, black bags zip ’em up
hoe souls [?] ’em up
i used to give a f-ck, i just don’t no more
i suggest you get low when my gun go blow
vertebrae boy i’m back in this b-tch
murder murder k!ll k!ll boy i’m mackin’ this b-tch
word

[verse 4: stan]
i’m making decisions and never choosing choices
you boston strangled you probably lose your voice b-tch
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 k!llers, hitmans -ss-ssins
murdering n-gg-s and sh-t you never heard of
all out to get you, all out to k!ll you
all out to take some and then give you
but i ain’t tripping, cracker or n-gg- head getting blown [?] off
i’m telling you it’s

[verse 5: harp]
mobbing like we mobb deep
treat the beat like my b-tch i get boss deep
punched in like my punch sheet
k!lling every [?] n-gg- every beat
get your 6 million ways n-gg- how you want it
if i hit the p-ssy then a n-gg- own it
smoking all this [?] got a n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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 n-body f-cking with my clique
b-tch i’m representing ’til i’m dead and gone
good word to my n-gg- i heard he coming home
[?]
n-gg-s make living very scary, they ain’t showing no love
even in february get rich or die trying until i’m dead and buried

- young roddy

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