Chubby Jag - 6 Minutes Of d**h lyrics

(Verse) You n***as lame, this n***a flame Like I spits in the SONA Real high still fly like whip in the honda They on the rocks I'm in the spot and I'm with the Madonna I beat it up , she coming back we like Chris and Rihanna Chubby, I spray at them if they start to trip When I'm around these rappers don't have a heart to spit The known legend I be stressing so I spark the piff Lonely though 'cause all my dogs gone whole marcus vid Bars is sick when I'm from mama triple G Now we pushing pounds remember n***as used to nickel treat May one flip double that, tell them triple me Done cake and still they gonna make us gunplay triple C Guarantee the n***a dead before we get the meat Taking everything a n***a got and don't forget the teeth sponsored links We make cream ,it's the A-team and I'm Mr.T We turn pianos over homie, it's the flip a key We are hot n***a, and the swamp damn benz Got the crocodile seats with the frog eyes n***a Ye I'm ballin' you looking at the ball God n***a Swear why I got the game locked up hard tight n***a Real street k** beats, that's why they all die n***a Even pets f** around and see your dog die n***a You looking at the best I'm the one n***a I chop beef I adopt heating I sun n***as that flash meadow I beat the game, you n***as stuck on the last level I just put my foot down like a gas pedal I ain't scared to see a n***a yelling "you again" Show 'em with my tool again ,rap star a hooligan Say I need my foot up in the door I got shoe again Living what I think about, f**ing dreams and you upon I stack cheques and I hate chicks with wet s** The rap vet my b**hes balling like Shaq ex Just know I got the chopper, boom shakalaka Clips pop, wrist shot, no hands Waka Flocka You get your fam hurt homie get your team drowned f** yelling man down!, n***as yelling team down! Nice for so long , people saying that I'm mean now Went it for a minute ain't no f**ing Charlie Sheen around I'm so addicted to rap bread and I pack lean I'm still shooting if he half dead ,it's the f**ing motto We done went from the hood b**hes to f**ing models Tell them club n***as need to bounce screw a f**ing bottle Learn how to shoot young, first fight I drew down Told Drow I flew pounds, who f**in with my crew now You ever caught me with a woman , just know I got blue now Get my limp on,I get my pimp on I brew down Fire if you steppin' up , fired if you effin' up You thinkin' bout marriage with her thinking bout effin us Chubby , Larsony the team that's who I'm stuck with now k** you while you lonely homie, who gon' tell you duck it now f** around to tell your girl, s** it now, s** it down Er'night a chubby n***a scoring I get buckets now I'm a monster you n***a try to match thriller Here to blow heads back call my 90 cap pillar Part time rapper though , 4 time crack dealer The white boys making money for me Mack Miller Oh ye there's coke and open doors so I keep keys Heat squeeze face shot, shooting till his cheek bleed Mr. f** a b**h hard till the sheets bleed Run until my feet bleed , the truth n***a BC Coming from the top, ye that spot and I ain't sharing it Ain't no looking for the crown 'cause I'm already wearing it (Verse 2) n***as tryin to road, know my name ain't no wearing me I wasn't a sado masist 'cause them n***a scaring me DMA trashing math don't compare to me Exposing these n***as they are not who they appear to be Hearing n***as saying they the champ sound weird to me You ain't the best till you beat the best that's clear to me n***a say they never got body well prepared to be I write rhymes to give you a lifetime of therapy I ain't in the busting the heat, but I'm a rider n***a Nicknamed the bus driver, uppercut you to sleep I don't like drama but if it's beat f** it to speak Couple of words and n***a you can lose a couple of teeth Take a DA I ain't trying to hand no f**ing retreat I don't play you gonna pay, I got the f**ing receipt See I came to get my bully on, rolling off that color purple Boy I get my whoopie on This is what it like for Treyvon I got my hoodie on Sniper rifle a rapper and remove him from the earth that God put him on 6 minute beat, we just put it in half 3 minutes of peace so we can get in our bag Hit my n***a murk so I can get in the levish By the beating of the beat like I was hitting the bag, hold up! And I murder sue serf with a loose burst Who acting like I had about 5 Emmy's and a few perks I was told ask questions second, shoot first And them n***as think he's Satan I'm taking 'em 2 turks Anything I say I'm backing it up Can't get no battles 'cause they say I'm not active enough Rappers making up excuses people backing them up How 'bout I punch you in the mouth is that active enough Candy man I'm who they whispering about Pac died so I'm the best, what's the bickering about Flow nasty like Wayne and Baby kissing in the mouth I'm about to blow like a time bomb sitting in your house And I call down Salem and its wealth But murder booth just put he want a bottle and a shelf Your boy hungry like I just got out the cell I'ma graduate with honors I am not about the fail They ask Mack, who is this n***a? I'm the champ don't be foolish my n***a You think you doin' it bigger Well recognize me was the first n***as on the battle tours So I'm the reason that you do it my n***a don't ever forget it This mean you better come with it You need a football helmet on instead of a fitting If I quote it you know I wrote it if I said it I get it Get out of line and you gon' need a paramedic to visit See I'm trying to be conscience n***as ain't respect now I heard their responses ,meat fall off I'm a murderer all the non sense Let you n***as take it any further is preposterous My verse is so monstrous I murder any rapper that's in front of me It's fun to me, I'm waiting for a n***a try to comet me Murder them , k** them dead n***a that's a summary Gulf war syndrome look what the world has done to me Body bag season, that go for anybody that's breathing Mac 11 flow, spread bodies on the semen Nobody will be leaving, I knock the bu*t out your body I don't need a reason, Easy