6 Million
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die
Double em' I lock the glock
To pop open up six more (?)
Seventeen at the knees
Freeze a brother like a Holocaust
On the call to get all the rip off the abdomen
To break a tip off the other men
Don't let me bury the men
Cause I'm gonna carry the man
In the land with a zone again i'm in the zone again
My triple beam is my only friend
Then the scene become reality
Them niggas hard to breathe
Them niggas hard to leave
So when your heart deceased
Don't even gaurd your grill
You ain't hard to kill
Flip this bitch go rich
Closed caskets, drastic shot
I come with a mil
Shit cuz on the real (shit)
I could pick off
The lick off for real
Click, get my steel fixed, shit
Doin' what I wanna do
Doin' what I gotta do
Gotta do what I wanna do, nigga
Now I can stand on that like Noah
Count em' in twos Kill them all in fours
If you can stand erect
Give the man a teck
So watch them in a pex
See if they all the tag
Casualty, Italy to the B
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal
Vision of a killin spree
Buddy love from the Kennedy
E where we he say A-K carry A-K
Spray two to the mid day
Date two nine double m ya'll
If all fall oopurtunity call for a
Killa kill em' all
Come and see what you never saw
In the raw
6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6
I close his eye
Hit em with the index
Shoot him up with two tecks
Don't give a fuck who flex
Now ask these blue
I'm gonnask these blue chick
Chorus x2
Flip this bitch get rich (6 million ways to die)
Closed casket, drastic shot
I come with a mil (You real)
You just dead wrong (You just dead wrong)
I'm head strong
In the red zone
Killin niggas is a misery
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen
Must decide if I can't in a nigga drink slug
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel
The unseen
What I mean
Rip 'em on the testicle
Leavin' niggas on the scene like vegetables
And next you know
Fuckin' with the thug
steppin off of blood
Put you like a rug
(?) dime
on the ground for for the homicide
but this is the lid
Cause a god, bet'cha ya know
Why don't you slow down
Nigga wanna throw down
Slippin' in the clip
And you know with the four pound
Nigga gonna pop the pill
But won't shoot to kill
So why you shoot to thrill
Because your heart ain't real
I'm let loose the steel
And over win my feel
The brother shot, fuck a nigga
When his body stiff
Cuz watch (?)
I'm shootin' dums and um
Sucka it's just for fun
And once I'm on the run
I'm unstopable, dropable
Keep my eyes on the obstacle
Itty bitty bang bang
Motherfucker to the head
Leave him dead
Pain't a picture red
Cause he's hard
Leave him in the darn
Nigga disregaurd
If you starve
Gotta deal with my mom
Nigga bark
If you hard
Cause finish the job is my motto
And I'm
Eager just to rip your testicle
Let's go
Done throw those water hoes
Still on the scene just like a ghost
Cause a holocaust
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g
Chorus x2
6 million ways to die chose one, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6,
Enter your neighborhood like Vietnam
Everywhere I step theres a dead body
Jeffery Domer ain't got shit on my block party
And when you see me that's no surprise
To your eyes, you realize
When I drop bombs everyone dies
It's seems to me you other niggas wanna test my skills
Me for real
When I come with this 187
I'm from that Ill state
In and makin' me be impossible (Me, me)
Try and touch my body
You got to come through obstacles
Come now follow
No remorse is what your journey will be
And when ya blow me
That's when you will die instintly
Can you feel me
Got homies that was lost in the storm
Reforms of evil spirits
The seven seals is open for the chosen as are spoken
6 million ways to die
I'm a feed ya
That super natural creature
Just save the place and I'll beat ya
Dellibrium
There's no one here provokin' us
Just scope and smoke is my mission
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and forever more (Little bitch)
6 million ways to die x8
6 million years to die choose one x4
Double em' I lock the glock
To pop open up six more (?)
Seventeen at the knees
Freeze a brother like a Holocaust
On the call to get all the rip off the abdomen
To break a tip off the other men
Don't let me bury the men
Cause I'm gonna carry the man
In the land with a zone again i'm in the zone again
My triple beam is my only friend
Then the scene become reality
Them niggas hard to breathe
Them niggas hard to leave
So when your heart deceased
Don't even gaurd your grill
You ain't hard to kill
Flip this bitch go rich
Closed caskets, drastic shot
I come with a mil
Shit cuz on the real (shit)
I could pick off
The lick off for real
Click, get my steel fixed, shit
Doin' what I wanna do
Doin' what I gotta do
Gotta do what I wanna do, nigga
Now I can stand on that like Noah
Count em' in twos Kill them all in fours
If you can stand erect
Give the man a teck
So watch them in a pex
See if they all the tag
Casualty, Italy to the B
Another enemy sprintin' to the meal
Vision of a killin spree
Buddy love from the Kennedy
E where we he say A-K carry A-K
Spray two to the mid day
Date two nine double m ya'll
If all fall oopurtunity call for a
Killa kill em' all
Come and see what you never saw
In the raw
6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6
I close his eye
Hit em with the index
Shoot him up with two tecks
Don't give a fuck who flex
Now ask these blue
I'm gonnask these blue chick
Chorus x2
Flip this bitch get rich (6 million ways to die)
Closed casket, drastic shot
I come with a mil (You real)
You just dead wrong (You just dead wrong)
I'm head strong
In the red zone
Killin niggas is a misery
Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen
Must decide if I can't in a nigga drink slug
Gotta ride from the side on the barrel
The unseen
What I mean
Rip 'em on the testicle
Leavin' niggas on the scene like vegetables
And next you know
Fuckin' with the thug
steppin off of blood
Put you like a rug
(?) dime
on the ground for for the homicide
but this is the lid
Cause a god, bet'cha ya know
Why don't you slow down
Nigga wanna throw down
Slippin' in the clip
And you know with the four pound
Nigga gonna pop the pill
But won't shoot to kill
So why you shoot to thrill
Because your heart ain't real
I'm let loose the steel
And over win my feel
The brother shot, fuck a nigga
When his body stiff
Cuz watch (?)
I'm shootin' dums and um
Sucka it's just for fun
And once I'm on the run
I'm unstopable, dropable
Keep my eyes on the obstacle
Itty bitty bang bang
Motherfucker to the head
Leave him dead
Pain't a picture red
Cause he's hard
Leave him in the darn
Nigga disregaurd
If you starve
Gotta deal with my mom
Nigga bark
If you hard
Cause finish the job is my motto
And I'm
Eager just to rip your testicle
Let's go
Done throw those water hoes
Still on the scene just like a ghost
Cause a holocaust
How you feel when you dealin' with a real g
Chorus x2
6 million ways to die chose one, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6,
Enter your neighborhood like Vietnam
Everywhere I step theres a dead body
Jeffery Domer ain't got shit on my block party
And when you see me that's no surprise
To your eyes, you realize
When I drop bombs everyone dies
It's seems to me you other niggas wanna test my skills
Me for real
When I come with this 187
I'm from that Ill state
In and makin' me be impossible (Me, me)
Try and touch my body
You got to come through obstacles
Come now follow
No remorse is what your journey will be
And when ya blow me
That's when you will die instintly
Can you feel me
Got homies that was lost in the storm
Reforms of evil spirits
The seven seals is open for the chosen as are spoken
6 million ways to die
I'm a feed ya
That super natural creature
Just save the place and I'll beat ya
Dellibrium
There's no one here provokin' us
Just scope and smoke is my mission
Competetor to a glance at the predetor and forever more (Little bitch)
6 million ways to die x8
6 million years to die choose one x4
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Lindley, Dennis Round, Anthony Bernard Round, Darnell Smith
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