| Song | 6 Million |
| Artist | Do or Die |
| Album | Picture This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 ************ go rich | |
| Closed caskets, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal | |
| ************t, cause on the real (************t) | |
| I could pick off | |
| The lick off for real | |
| Click, get my steel fixed, ************t | |
| Doin' what i wanna do | |
| Doin' what i gotta do | |
| Gotta do what i wanna do, ****** | |
| 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 | |
| Buddy love from the kennedy | |
| E where we he say a-k kara a-k | |
| Spray two to me (??) | |
| Date two nine double in ya'll | |
| If all fall | |
| I pretend to take off for | |
| Killa kill em' all | |
| Come and see what you never saw | |
| In the raw | |
| ************, row, ************, row, ************, row, ************, row | |
| I close his eye | |
| Them ****** with the indeg | |
| Shoot him up with two tens | |
| Don't give a ****** who flex | |
| Now ask these blue | |
| I'm gonnask these blue chick | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Flip this ************ get rich (6 million ways to die) | |
| Closed casket, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal (you on the real) | |
| You just dead rum (you just dead rum) | |
| A head strong | |
| In a red zone | |
| Killin ******s is a missemee | |
| Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
| Muset decide if i can't in a ****** drink slug | |
| Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
| The unseen | |
| What i mean | |
| Remember (??) | |
| Leavin' ******s on the scene like vegetables | |
| And next you know | |
| ******' 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 | |
| ****** wanna throw down | |
| Slippin' in the clip | |
| And you know with the four pound | |
| ****** 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 afta i'm a peel | |
| The brother shot, ****** a ****** | |
| When his bod is steel | |
| Cuz (??) | |
| 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 | |
| Mother****** to the head | |
| Leave him dead | |
| Pain't a picture red | |
| Cause he's hard | |
| Leave him in the darn | |
| ****** dis god | |
| If you starve | |
| Gotta deal with my mom | |
| ****** 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 x2 | |
| 6 million, 6 million | |
| ************, ************.... | |
| Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
| Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
| But yo've never got ************t 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 ******s 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 predetor and have ever more (little ************) | |
| 6 million ways to die x8 | |
| 6 million years to die choose one x4 |
| zuo ci : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 go rich | |
| Closed caskets, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal | |
| t, cause on the real t | |
| I could pick off | |
| The lick off for real | |
| Click, get my steel fixed, t | |
| Doin' what i wanna do | |
| Doin' what i gotta do | |
| Gotta do what i wanna do, | |
| 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 | |
| Buddy love from the kennedy | |
| E where we he say ak kara ak | |
| Spray two to me ?? | |
| Date two nine double in ya' ll | |
| If all fall | |
| I pretend to take off for | |
| Killa kill em' all | |
| Come and see what you never saw | |
| In the raw | |
| , row, , row, , row, , row | |
| I close his eye | |
| Them with the indeg | |
| Shoot him up with two tens | |
| Don' t give a who flex | |
| Now ask these blue | |
| I' m gonnask these blue chick | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Flip this get rich 6 million ways to die | |
| Closed casket, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal you on the real | |
| You just dead rum you just dead rum | |
| A head strong | |
| In a red zone | |
| Killin s is a missemee | |
| Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
| Muset decide if i can' t in a drink slug | |
| Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
| The unseen | |
| What i mean | |
| Remember ?? | |
| Leavin' s on the scene like vegetables | |
| And next you know | |
| ' 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 | |
| wanna throw down | |
| Slippin' in the clip | |
| And you know with the four pound | |
| 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 afta i' m a peel | |
| The brother shot, a | |
| When his bod is steel | |
| Cuz ?? | |
| 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 | |
| Mother to the head | |
| Leave him dead | |
| Pain' t a picture red | |
| Cause he' s hard | |
| Leave him in the darn | |
| dis god | |
| If you starve | |
| Gotta deal with my mom | |
| 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 x2 | |
| 6 million, 6 million | |
| , .... | |
| Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
| Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
| But yo' ve never got t 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 s 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 predetor and have ever more little | |
| 6 million ways to die x8 | |
| 6 million years to die choose one x4 |
| zuò cí : Lindley, Round, Round, Smith | |
| 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 go rich | |
| Closed caskets, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal | |
| t, cause on the real t | |
| I could pick off | |
| The lick off for real | |
| Click, get my steel fixed, t | |
| Doin' what i wanna do | |
| Doin' what i gotta do | |
| Gotta do what i wanna do, | |
| 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 | |
| Buddy love from the kennedy | |
| E where we he say ak kara ak | |
| Spray two to me ?? | |
| Date two nine double in ya' ll | |
| If all fall | |
| I pretend to take off for | |
| Killa kill em' all | |
| Come and see what you never saw | |
| In the raw | |
| , row, , row, , row, , row | |
| I close his eye | |
| Them with the indeg | |
| Shoot him up with two tens | |
| Don' t give a who flex | |
| Now ask these blue | |
| I' m gonnask these blue chick | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Flip this get rich 6 million ways to die | |
| Closed casket, dresses | |
| I, i, come with a meal you on the real | |
| You just dead rum you just dead rum | |
| A head strong | |
| In a red zone | |
| Killin s is a missemee | |
| Visualize puttin' head to the guilloteen | |
| Muset decide if i can' t in a drink slug | |
| Gotta ride from the side on the barrel | |
| The unseen | |
| What i mean | |
| Remember ?? | |
| Leavin' s on the scene like vegetables | |
| And next you know | |
| ' 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 | |
| wanna throw down | |
| Slippin' in the clip | |
| And you know with the four pound | |
| 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 afta i' m a peel | |
| The brother shot, a | |
| When his bod is steel | |
| Cuz ?? | |
| 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 | |
| Mother to the head | |
| Leave him dead | |
| Pain' t a picture red | |
| Cause he' s hard | |
| Leave him in the darn | |
| dis god | |
| If you starve | |
| Gotta deal with my mom | |
| 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 x2 | |
| 6 million, 6 million | |
| , .... | |
| Enter your neighborhood like vietnam | |
| Everywhere i step theres a dead body | |
| But yo' ve never got t 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 s 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 predetor and have ever more little | |
| 6 million ways to die x8 | |
| 6 million years to die choose one x4 |