50 Cent - 6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) lyrics

I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers

Tell me how do you want it
The knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want
But nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy

I threw a b-boy style
Bullet wound in my smile
That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder
Banana
I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter
The hoes, that’s a whole different story
Find out the baby ain’t mine
Right there on Maury
Me I make the whip fishtail
Trunk full of fishscale
Raw market it'self, sucka the shit sell
That’s 36 o’s of love, give me kiss
Give me love
Get to talking 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 fucking with the wrong one
The strong one that God gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
Why would you be mad, I done made it bitch

Tell me how do you want it
The knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want
But nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
(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)

Rain drops from heaven, the angels are cryin'
It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
Nigga you ain't hittin' none
Why the fuck are you running
I make 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 really not worth it
To fuck with me
You’d rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don’t cry we all die
It’s just a matter of time
Nigga one shot from the nine
Will shatter your spine
Uh, the last of my breed
Criminal tendencies inside of an emcee
Fuck around I will line you
Run from me, I will find you
Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you

One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don’t stay up late
The monsters back yeah, I need a target
So I can smash their head i’m nice!