[Intro: Cutty Ranks]
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is more than a rhyme
It's a moment in time (Yeah!)
Stop, listen to what's goin' on in my mind (Haha)
One hand on your shine, one hand on the nine
Squeeze a hollow-tip'll chip a bone in your spine (Woooooh)
May I remind these niggas, I line these niggas
I been doin' 'em dirty, they say I'm 7:30
Catch me hollerin' "fuck it" ridin' in a bucket
Tints on a Regal, stunt nigga I'll leave you
The hammer hit the shell'll leave that ass in a fetal
Ride with the eagle so prеgenital
My flow's so lethal, it should be illеgal
Eight bars'll make a nigga wan' kill people
This machine gun funk, decay in the trunk with the clip loaded to the tip ready to dump
[Verse 2: 40 Glocc & 50 Cent]
[?] [?] hit 'em up, where you niggas from?
Exchange a few words, pull a blamer and dump (Uh-huh)
He got what he deserved for tryna play me a punk
I'm in the hood posted daily with the semis and pumps (It's the Unit)
[?] thirty ridin' dirty in the back of the trunk (Haha)
Adrenaline pumpin', palms sweaty as fuck
S.P.I. [?] shotgun, blowin' a blunt (Yeah!)
When them shells start flyin' better know how to run (Yeah)
If you ain't up on thangs
40 Glocc's the name, [?] city's the gang
I'm in Honda gettin' blunted, get the fuck [?] the lane (Haha)
Put a canister kick in your [?]
[?] [?] gon' be a bitch, let these niggas know (What!)
What's up with you? who you wit? we go for broke (Ha)
Walk up to you at your crib, kick in your door
And lay your kids and your bitch both on the floor
It's a gangbang thang, represent for the land and try to pick as many off as you can (L.A.!)
Put your burner gloves on, homie (L.A., L.A., L.A.) stick to the plan
I send the lil homies after your ass (L.A., L.A., I.E.)
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is more than a rhyme
It's a moment in time (Yeah!)
Stop, listen to what's goin' on in my mind (Haha)
One hand on your shine, one hand on the nine
Squeeze a hollow-tip'll chip a bone in your spine (Woooooh)
May I remind these niggas, I line these niggas
I been doin' 'em dirty, they say I'm 7:30
Catch me hollerin' "fuck it" ridin' in a bucket
Tints on a Regal, stunt nigga I'll leave you
The hammer hit the shell'll leave that ass in a fetal
Ride with the eagle so prеgenital
My flow's so lethal, it should be illеgal
Eight bars'll make a nigga wan' kill people
This machine gun funk, decay in the trunk with the clip loaded to the tip ready to dump
[Verse 2: 40 Glocc & 50 Cent]
[?] [?] hit 'em up, where you niggas from?
Exchange a few words, pull a blamer and dump (Uh-huh)
He got what he deserved for tryna play me a punk
I'm in the hood posted daily with the semis and pumps (It's the Unit)
[?] thirty ridin' dirty in the back of the trunk (Haha)
Adrenaline pumpin', palms sweaty as fuck
S.P.I. [?] shotgun, blowin' a blunt (Yeah!)
When them shells start flyin' better know how to run (Yeah)
If you ain't up on thangs
40 Glocc's the name, [?] city's the gang
I'm in Honda gettin' blunted, get the fuck [?] the lane (Haha)
Put a canister kick in your [?]
[?] [?] gon' be a bitch, let these niggas know (What!)
What's up with you? who you wit? we go for broke (Ha)
Walk up to you at your crib, kick in your door
And lay your kids and your bitch both on the floor
It's a gangbang thang, represent for the land and try to pick as many off as you can (L.A.!)
Put your burner gloves on, homie (L.A., L.A., L.A.) stick to the plan
I send the lil homies after your ass (L.A., L.A., I.E.)
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