gun blast, they know who gone win Now won't that make us all fools Like class clowns praying Private Ryan comes round Sound travels at one thousand, one thirty, feet
off Leather face till them lay round, after round, after round They'll fall down, down May they lay from the eruption man We putting them six feet deep
gun is all that we need, to put you to rest {Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin 6 feet deep
wrapped myself up In a universe again And let the darkness quell My matchflame confidence And unwillingly I hide The lever I must find To release the deep
my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
biblical sense The process of weeding out has begun Yet drawing it in is much more fun Stoned-head at six feet deep If a joint is not a joint, it's a
they found a nigga dead, with two to the temple somebody put that boy to sleep gave the fool a big fist and put his ass six feet deep it might have been
to rip the mask off (close to insanity) I'm seventy-six inches of all the purest sounds (close to insanity) So y'all could dig me six feet deep my eyes
of the gang One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest Put two slugs dead in your chest Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin' and sleepin' 6 feet deep
Man handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back doggy style Cement ya feet
me These niggaz sweet like a taheshin' treat They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat Split a nigga from his teeth to feet Know what I'm
like. my auntie had a stroke and she still cant speak wrote me every week real talk dats deep, ex-cell mate gotta 35 piece wont be released till 2033
street You either give a sucker two in the head, or you'll be dead meat I'm sendin punks six feet deep And gettin money in lumps, cause this ain't Twenty
I'm the shit, like Mr. Hankey reintroducing Ras Kass, the waterproof I'm too deep, you Too $hort Standin' on two feet, drownin' in two feet, kapeesh?
Ok) These niggaz sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok) They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn) Know
trust a man with the power of God. A brain washed mind with total control. Release the grip that binds us all to a cold quick doom six feet deep. You
Leatherface till them lay round after round after round They'll fall down down May they lay from the eruption man We putting them six feet deep we buck
skill Brothers don?t pay the upper man then a brother gets killed Blood gets spilled, wrapped up in white cloth and sealed Four to six feet deep under