DJ Kay Slay, Papoose, Chamillionaire, Bun B - Six Million Ways to Die lyrics

DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.

[DJ Kay Slay, Papoose, Chamillionaire, Bun B - Six Million Ways to Die lyrics]

6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one

I'm a nigga with swagger
I'm a swaggerish nigga i put a tag on you
Quicker than the avrage nigga
I'm in the hood
Pickin up brown paper bags and them figures
Checkin out these bitch made
Won't fuck with this nigga niggas
It's tipical
They won't fuck with me soon as I left home
I'm a big body that'll body you
Bitch that's what I'm known for
I'll slam you down
Leave your ass stuck inside a sofa
Lookin like Tofoo
So say your Grace like Topher
Bitch it's over, Novacane numb you no more
Pain with my 44
It leave something in your brain
Just one more hoe slayn
Nobody remember ya or recognise ya
I dismember you, like pieces to a puzzle
Sadoku, that's just some shit you
Had to go through
If you fuck with you know who
Bun Beater, the pack I beat up
Put this motherfuckin heater in your back
Bitch nigga

6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one

Headshot, neck shots stab woond, cutthroat
Slit wrist, burning building
Can't breath too much smoke
Thrown off a rooftop, 2 cops shot a brother
Said it was a gun, it was a hairbrush
Motherfucker
Suicide with a rope, carcrash, comatose
Drown in a moderboat, bad drug overdose
Hurricane home city, should've been evacuated
First black president
But what if he's assassanated?
Airplain blazin high, brace the sky
Say goodbye plaincrash, ain't survive, they
Shoot it down, but that's a ly
Lay inside, faded eyes
Lady cryed, sayin "why?" body unidentified
Should've been afraid to fly
Greater our savior eyes, save your style
Tryna make this unstable paytronise
They cut down the size

6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one

Look up there, it's air
Imma change it to water rain on the gang
Till the rain is the age of my father
Whether weather or business
I'm like the daily reporter
Say time is money
And I'm watchin your paper get shorter
Watch what you say today
Bet you won't say it tomorrow
Bet when you say it
It won't be faising my armor
Ballen, so many Franklins
You'd think I was daten his daughter
How you come in a thug, but after that
Change to Madonna? A Matterial Girl
Crying at the clutches of carma
Stare in the face of your lama
Laugh in the face of your honor
Call the judge Your Honor
But that ain't no honor to me
I ain't seen him plottin with Gs
So none of my partners are free
This is my year, this is Pap's year
So let's get all that clear
End up so Pap smeared
Profit where you stand, don't worry
Cause I'm on it
Stay with the click clack, got the pack
The drama on it

6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one
6 million ways to die, choose one

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