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Do Or Die Lyrics

Album: Picture This

6 Million Lyrics

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 holocall

 On the call to get all the rip off the Adimin

 To break a tip off the other men

 Did we bury the men

 Cause I'm gonna carry the man

 In the land with a zombie again and me zombie again

 My triple beam is my only friend

 Then see become reality

 (??) it's hard to breathe

 (??) it's hard to leave

 So when you all deceased

 To forgot to grill

 You ain't hard to kill

 Flip this bitch go rich

 Closed caskets, dresses

 I, I, come with a meal

 Shit, cause 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 Nor

 Cut em' in two till them all in fours

 If you can stand erect

 Give the man a check

 So watch them in a pex

 See if they all the tag

 Catch the T, Italy to the B

 Another enemy sprintin' to the meal

 (??) never have to spree

 Body left on the kennedy e way

 Carry AK spray two the midday two nine double M y'all

 Date two nine double in y'all, if all fall

 Oppurtunity call for a kill 'em kill 'em all

 Come and see what you never saw, in the raw

 Bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row, bitch, row

 I close his eye

 Them nigga with the indeg

 Shoot him up with two tens

 Don't give a fuck who flex

 Now ask these blue

 I'm gonnask these blue chick

 

 [Chorus: repeat 2X]

 Flip this bitch get rich (6 million ways to die)

 Closed casket, dresses

 I, I, come with a meal (You on the real)

 You just dead wrong (You just dead wrong)

 A head strong

 In a red zone

 

 Killin niggas is a missemee

 Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen

 Muset decide if I can't in a nigga drink slug

 Gotta ride from the side on the barrel

 The unseen, what I mean

 Remember and rip your test go

 Leavin' niggas on the scene like vegetables

 And next you know

 Fuckin' with the thug

 (??) of blood

 Put you like a rug

 I'm gonna die

 I'm on the ground for long

 Sayin ' but this is the lid

 Cause a god, bet'cha ya know

 Why don't you slow down, nigga wanna throw down

 Slip in in the clip and you load 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 after I'ma peel

 The brother shot, fuck a nigga

 When his bod is steel

 Cause I'm numb and dumb, I'm shootin' dums and um

 Sucka it's just for fun, and once I'm on the run

 I'm unstoppable, dropable, keep my eyes on the obstacle

 Itty bitty bang bang, motherfucker to the head

 Leave him dead, paint a picture red

 Cause he's hard

 Leave him in the darn

 Nigga dis god

 If you starve

 Gotta deal with my mom

 Nigga bawl

 If you hard

 Cause finish the dime is my motto

 And um

 It's get to rip your test go

 Let's go

 Done throw those water hoes

 Still the same just like ago

 Cause a holocall

 How you feel when you dealin' with a real g

 

 [Chorus]

 

 6 million, 6 million

 Bitch, Bitch....

 

 Enter your neighborhood like Vietnam

 Everywhere I step theres a dead body

 But yo've never got shit on my body party

 And when you see me that's no surprise

 To your eyes, you realize

 When I drop bomb 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 you turn and will be

 And when ya blow me

 Thaat's when you will die instintly

 Can you feel me

 Got homies that was lost in the storm

 Reforms of evil spirits

 The seven (??) open for the chosen ever spoken

 6 million ways to die

 I'm a feed ya

 That super natural creature

 Just save the place and I'll beat ya

 (??)

 There's no one here provokin' us

 Just scope and smoke is my mission

 Competetor to a glance at the predator and have ever more (lil bitch)

 

 6 million ways to die x8

 6 million years to die choose one x4
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