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Correct Six Million Ways To Die Lyrics
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Correct Six Million Ways To Die
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F/ Nine, Tragedy [Nine] Pop goes the gat, I get over like a fat rat Funkmaster Flex and 9 Double M, mad fat Skills on the table and the mic With that (six million ways to die) flavor all night Clean up the cuss when I bust mother (woop) I'm on some new and improved shit, let me kick it Crazy motherfucker from the Boogie Down, brother I smack shit, flip shit, kick shit, I rap shit Flex on the wheels and I'm Nine Mil the gat That's how we roll, troop We give em 187 like Dre and Snoop Three little six little nine double M's Sticking up rappers like hems Back on the scene from the Bronx and I stomp nuff comp Six million ways to die, punk (Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches) [Tragedy] I bring drama like you spit on my momma And get loose like the lips on Madonna You get the picture when the rap style hits ya I run on more niggas than the Jews at a Bar Mitzvah When I'm splashing my rap transaction Hard rocks turn white like Michael Jackson I blow spots and bust shots at hard rocks And leave you laying in a box with Red Foxx I keep wild like James Brown doing judo And have you making love songs like Menudo The Son of Sam when I aim for your head Jack the Ripper leave your whole town red You can't kill me because I'm already dead I drop flavor like a pack of Now & Laters And get loose like the feet on Sammy Davis You know my style, it's the hardcore rhymer Pass the mic and I get loose like a vagina (Funkmaster Flex on the ones and twos) [Nine] HOO HAH!I'm funky, so shut your face and let me rip it Like butter on a biscut, Nine Double M is wicked I put the funk in the place with a dunk in your face And watch you catch a knot like a shoelace I'm not the one that was begging for a nut like a squirrel That's like Farrakhan kissing a white girl I rag it like the Bloods and Crips I flip scripts, read my lips: I got mad skills for the no frills Screaming at girls to pay bills I got more rap than a Christmas gift And I'll fill your girl's mouth like grits Have her chewing while I'm ba-ba-ba booing It's back to the mic check, one two and Back up off the gat cause I snap necks Nine Double M, Tragedy, and Funkmaster Flex (Funkmaster Flex gets busy)
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