6 Minutes

(feat. Young De & Tekneek)
 [B-Real:]
 So whaddya do when the game starts changin fast?
 Arrange for your ass to find a way to stay in the class
 Sales declinin, downloads are risin
 Newbies shinin, and we stuck askin where did ya find him
 He ain't a diamond but he really got some incredible timin
 So sign him and put him out, he's a star that's shinin
 Give him a ringtone deal, a commercial with T-Mobile
 Man he can global, depends if he acts noble
 Take his photo and put him on the cover of Vibe
 Rolling Stone and The Source mag both gave him a five
 Now he thinks that his shit don't stink
 And every drink's from a bottle of Crist', and he's flyin on mink
 He's, young and dumb and don't sync with the drum
 But all the little girls love him cause he's number one
 On top of the Billboards winnin Grammy Awards
 Goin to red carpet events with the media whores
 [Chorus: Tek]
 Lights camera flash you're on!
 Uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh on!
 Time's up, six minutes you're gone!
 G-g, gone! G-g-gone!
 Tell me where'd they go, tell me where'd they go
 Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
 Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
 Tell me - where did they go, where did they go
 [B-Real:]
 There's a new kid in town climbin the charts but still
 He's alright, but he's not real
 Regardless they want a cameo for Freddie Puccini
 He's a freezer, he's leanin back like the Tower of Pisa
 He's on top of the mountain, ain't got no one around him
 To tell him the truth, let him know, people are clownin
 They found him and wound him up like a toy for the children
 He don't believe it, he's only worried about his millions
 Collectin his cake, coppin whips, buyin estates
 Lyin in wait, the birds flock to get that taste
 Beautiful bait for the new kid but don't be stupid
 Cause they don't love you they love your money as soon as you lose it
 They skate with the very next dude releasin an album
 By any means necessary thought I'd quote it from Malcolm
 The outcome is all the same and that part don't change
 Chalk it up to the game cause it's a part of the fame
 [Chorus]
 [Young De:]
 These rappers just, don't, get it
 Better wake the fuck up, but you think you got it figured out
 Diggin a hole so deep you can't get up out
 You don't give a shit about, if they say you losin touch
 Just another one hit wonder motherfucker screwin up
 But not me, not Young De
 I let the, veterans guide me so nothin surprise me
 All them moves you be makin 'em blindly
 But the big homies B-Real and Young Gotti got me
 So you can get the cover of the XXL now
 But when your boy hit, all that shit gettin shut down
 Nursery rhyme lines goin back to the kids
 And that bitch that you with comin back to my crib
 These execs got you gassed, put 10 on 2
 Ask me who gon' last, won't bet on you
 But you could, bet on me cause your boy come through
 [Chorus]