50 Cent - 6 Out Of 6

I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthaf*ckers

[Chorus]

Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor

You running, I’m coming to get you boy

You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya

Times running out, I’ma get ya boy

[Verse 1]

I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile

That beef I cook it, n-ggas I gets down

Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana

I bet when I squeeze it, n-ggas scatter

The hoes, thats a whole different story

Find out the baby aint mine, right there on Maury

Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale

Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell

Thats 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love

Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged

This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine

*Tu, tu, tu* I’m on ya head with the beam

So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers

You’re f-cking with the wrong one

The strong one that God gave the gift

Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it

Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Chorus]

Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor

You running, I’m coming to get you boy

You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya

Times running out, I’ma get ya boy

(Freeway)

Get get gully, g-g-get gully

Get get gully, g-g-get gully

We get gully and we get money

Them schemin’ ass chicks can’t get shit from me

[Verse 2]

Rain drops from heaven ? cryin’

It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin’

Red and white flashes, the police coming

N-gga you aint hittin’ none, why the f-ck are you running

I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn

When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn

Where’s teh love, I don’t know but here’s the snub

Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug

You know it’s really not worth it

To f-ck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent

Don’t cry we all die

It’s just a matter of time

N-gga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine

Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee

F-ck around I will line you

Run from me, I will find you

Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

One, two, fifty coming for you

Three, four, better lock ya door

Five, six, grab ya crucifix

Seven, eight, don’t stay up late

The monsters back

Yeah, I need a target

So I can smash their head

I'm nice!