Fabolous - 6 Minutes lyrics

(Ca**idy) Jyeah, I go by the name of Ca**idy the hustla and I brought 2 of my n***as with me And we about to shut the industry down Hey yo weezy lets get it poppin (Lil Wayne) Hit me, F**k that sh** its the southside Got a fat dick in your mouth wide I from to take it outside naw do it right here How bout later on get on everybody home You f**kin with weezy f baby please say the baby Ridin with your b**h got keys on the lady Triple gold Deez Vogue tires on the whip Young Carters sliding out Im flyer then the whip yeee Higher then an angel or hotter then the devil The pot or kettle uh The metal let 'em burn like ursher but worser If its any beef i come Ron like mercer Word up eagle street up Throwin my curve up We take your ice cream and turn you into shurbut I got flow im like sure but If its bout doh im like sure nuff Im from the bird bunch Birdman J.R. you n***as burn luch I see your lips moving but i ain't heard much You see the wrist movin it looks like pure punch I hear them player hatin but i dont endure such I got the escalade guts like a tour bus I got the styrafome poured up with syrup And in the tires is where the packages gone My, it's been a good year with these firestones I spit like Maya's poems poem and chromas For the buya's chromosomes i got somas I got vikadine's, valiums i ain't stoppin Got powder h**n X oxycotton And thats how we rockin Hot when u hear that bop unless im beboppin Jyeah skip when you hear dat clip Cash money n***a im that sh** weezy baby (Ca**idy) Thats what im talkin bout Now fab spit at these n***as and let 'em know why that ain't f**kin with you (Fabolous) God damn right im feelin my self A chauffer no sir im willing my self Lookin for a chick chillin for self So i could show her the suicides and talk her into k**in herself Im havin problems dealin with wealth But you wouldn't understand until u get a million yourself You n***as must of got a deal for your health Your cd is frozen food it just chill on the shelf I spend big At any time i could start splurgin The twin sigs open chest like a heart surgen And im bu*ton up im chest a blue collar crook But i keep a stack thich as few college books I got a new polished look and 20 dime b**hes To show y'all n***as how my 2 dollars look The boy got at least 6 digits on So the guns gotta be at least migit long The money is like 10 bridges long I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on I got some good smoke just for puffers The 2 gram 20's make the husltas suffer Plus its fluffa then a cotton ball Ive gotten calls wantin me to put the pot in malls But nowadys you can't put it pa** them I got a dan marino arm Im bout to throw sum bullets pa** em And the n***as in the hood keep quotin ma lines I dont jump ships i keep floatin in mine Long as i keep totin im fine Ima hav these dick s**in n***as deepthroatin the nine I jumped in the england ship Benz n whip Its terminator two chrome the engines diff Im readin scripts tho not the penmanship The box office sh** A box office b**h Jessica alba kirsten dunce N still make a mill on a first in months These dudes be the first to front Till they family n frens is in limos They in hurs in front Im in the top position I could make u a proposition Im in a hard top waitin on a drop edition The hell with the patients Ima send a n***a down under like Australian vacations (Ca**idy) Ye it is wat it is, ma n***as jus kilt y'all and ima close the casket Im tryin not to let this industry get the best of me y'all I work hard for the fame the game stressin me y'all All they do is complain what the expect from me y'all From the hood to hollywood they respectin me y'all N even over seas they acceptin me y'all All the ladies show me love the thugs reppin me y'all I got alot of dirty money so expect me to ball But im savin all my checks im investin them all They say what goes up is goin definatily fall Even the stars plus success is ma destiny y'all Look i cook tracks i got the recipe y'all You can't name another cat that could mess with me y'all At the shows all the hoes be molestin me y'all I got broads cryin tryin to get next to me y'all I got broads cravin begging to hav s** wit me y'all Screamin ca** you dont kno how s**y you are And im happy im alive god blessin me y'all And all the problems that arive its god testin me y'all So i pray everyday but i ain't prayin too much 'cause i be sinnin everyday so i ain't prayin enough And we callin compete and i ain't sayin im tough But if its beef i dont speak i ain't sayin wa**up If its beef when we meet then im sprayin sh** up Prraat prraat i ain't sayin too much and thats that 'cause that cat u embra**in wit luv Might clap that gat 'cause he got hate in his blood Keep ur friens at a distance and your enemies close 'cause the folks you call frens tend to envy the most Some cats will hang themself if u giv 'em a rope Burn a bridge and dont give them a boat let 'em sink Sometimes you gotta give them some time to let them think But sometime you gotta give them the nine and let 'em stink You can't bring any horse to the pond n let em drink I'd rather keep my eyes wide open instead of blink 'cause soon as ur eyes shut them n***as will ride up And the guys that you trust will be gettin u tied up And y'all gotta die but i ain't ready to leave Thats why even if its petty ill be ready to squeeze Well for ya cheddar your cheese your guack or mula i'll pop the Ruger Send dat hot sh** threw ya Like BOO-YA dats the sound when the pound bustin Ooh ah you'll be layin on the ground sufferin Clown is nothin to pull out n blast you I try to only resourt to violence if i have to But man n***as out here ain't playin fair So before the odds even im leavin im layin there And i ain't even plaiyn believe what i'm sayin here So before this sh** get furtha ur click get murdered And thrown in a whole in the gra** For tryin to play that thug role ill stomp a mud roll in ya a** And this ca** n***a im that sick Full surface n***a im that sh** b**h