50 CENT - 6 OUT OF 6 LYRICS

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Times running out, I'ma get ya boy

[50 cent - verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I make it, n-ggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I force it, n-ggas scatter
The hoes, that's a wholly different story
Find out the baby aint mine, right there on maury
Me I have the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talk in codes, the phones bugged
This ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
*tu, tu, tu* I'm on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them gucci loafers
You're f-cking with the incorrect one
The substantial one that god gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna have it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Hook]
Tell me how do you wish it, the tongue or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
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You can hide if you need but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
(Freeway)
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me

[50 cent - verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin'
It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
N-gga you aint hittin' none, why the f-ck are you running
I have your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it's actually not deserving it
To f-ck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don't cry we all die
It's simply a count of time
N-gga one scene from the club will shatter your spine
Uh, the death of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
F-ck around I will draw you
Run from me, I will see you
Forgot I'm nice, I will prompt you

[Hook]

[50 cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stick up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I take a target
So I can hit their head
I'm nice!