Letra de 6 Minutes - Ghostface Killah

(Feat. Sheek Louch, Jim Jones, Harl3y)

Aye, aye, Ghostdini, what's up nigga? Ya heard?

Where them killa beez at?

While y'all was screamin' "killa beez" I was runnin' round with killa beez

Wu-Tang throw them Ws in the air, ya heard? 'Sup nigga

Aye Chef, wassup nigga

When you had that purple tape I was cookin' up every day to that shit, nigga

Me and Cam, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it

V.I.P., thirty bottles and a bad bitch (There go my man)

Smoke, coat heavy, that's the ratchet

Russian diamonds, the wrist sparkle like chandeliers

Photoshoots on glass roofs, come pull up a chair

I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage (Uh-huh)

Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop

You heard? I said the fuckin' film won't develop

Talkin' like you got style

I just came to sell it (Nasty)

Grape Clarks and plum robes, unexplainable (Move)

Got the club at a certain farehenheit, drainin' you(Ha-ha)

See me mean mugging', I'm thinkin' 'bout flamin' you (Who that?)

Even when I don't speak, I'm still entertainin' you (I got 'em)

Back of the club is where you find me

Surrounded by killers, with a bunch of women with very big heinies

Back of the club is where you find me

Two steppin, feel like DeJ Loaf, dare you to try me

Six minutes (Hit a lick)

Six minutes (Sold a brick)

Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)

Six minutes (Took a bitch)

Six minutes (Got you hit)

Six minutes (My niggas rich, keep the stick)

Six minutes (Hit a lick)

Six minutes (Sold a brick)

Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)

Six minutes (Took a bitch)

Six minutes (Got you hit)

Six minutes (My niggas rich, keep the stick)

Yo, I hit the bird like Randy Johnson

Put a nigga in the box like my name Swanson

A bunch of TV dealers

An array of mine, my heat in the street, we winners

See these vintage, these is real life killers over here

Y'all pretend shit, stay the fuck away from me

Bullet for bullet, my nigga, you don't wanna trade with me

It's grown man B out over here, don't play with me

More bottles to the rich section (section)

Shawty cute, little storage in the mid section

Fantasized on a chick for a quick second

The beat king is skeet all up the mid section (yeah)

Hallelujah to the whole building

Rest in peace to the party and the whole ceiling

We turn heads like a thermostat

Come through heavy, my lil' niggas go to war with that

Six minutes (Hit a lick)

Six minutes (Sold a brick)

Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes)

Six minutes (Took your bitch)

Six minutes (Got you hit)

Six minutes (Our niggas rich, keep the stick)

Six minutes (Hit a lick)

Six minutes (Sold a brick) (Six Minutes, nigga)

Six minutes (Made it flip, for six minutes) (Sheek Louch)

Six minutes (Took your bitch) (Pretty Tony)

Six minutes (Got you hit) (facts nigga, I got 'em)

Six minutes (Our niggas, rich keep the stick) (D-Block!)

Yo, ayo

No jewelry but six houses and six tenants

You clown niggas, how's that for my six minutes?

I don't like to chill, I get the bag and keep steppin'

Pistol license, nigga, I ain't gotta throw my weapon

That nigga ain't ya man, y'all ain't talk in years

His mom passed away, where the fuck is your tears?

You still live in the hood, where the fuck is the deers?

You on the 'Gram all day like, who the fuck cares?

And I'm smart enough to know that these hoes ain't loyal

You leave it out too long, all that food is gon' spoil

Your whole town is dry, I just came to sell the oil

Drop it in a pot and keep whippin' till it boil

Fuckboy, my bars got bonkers

Say what you want, but them niggas nice from Yonkers

It's all jokes until somebody get shot

Ayo Ghost, how much time they got?

Six minutes, nigga (Six Minutes)

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