a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be tryin' to change From fortune and fame and glamor I could be in the slammer Or six feet under
session no doubt Reached in my pocket, you know what I pulled out The G13 then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six
squab' no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was going down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven
over it and i'm not gonna worry and i'm not gonna worry about were you've been were you been it's a sin the way you put me down feel like my heart six feet under
with a street bop Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feet's up Niggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose Gather up under
Halleluja, Jesus, Halleluja Now here's the pop turnaround jumper Hits the rim bounce away the new slave trade (Hmm, hmm) Manchild six feet five but juvenile
bout I'm pullin' my gat up out a fist fight with out a doubt 'Cause I ain't playin', fightin' is fuckin' around I'd rather bust and leave your ass six feet up under
teams on me I'll make them bleed for me And that's how it is going down I won't be satisfied until I see that ass six feet underground 'Cause you fucked
this a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under
her But I had to kill her I used to love her, Mm, yeah But I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain I used
the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats Under six feet
sit down and roll up and get blowed (blowed) Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt (yuh) What you got under
[Intro:] "You ain't shit man, your story's a joke You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope." [Bridge:] Stay awake little misfit Her
stick, Hit me, Hit me Je t'adore, Ich liebe Dich, Hit me, Hit me, Hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick, I'm six feet tall and five feet thick Hit me,
gash You heard [Kool G Rap] Yo here come the one who's know to keep it thoro, Queens the borough (straight up) Is live nigga rep that (no doubt) Cock
with a street bop Kids running with heats up, lifting both of your feets up Niggas they let their guns loose, they wild guns loose Gather up under the
get treated like one Hope you got yourself a gun niggaz Cuz you know I cock and blow niggaz And if right silent the temp, get on some shit Go on out, six feet
Charles Barkley] Halleluja Jesus, Halleluja! Now here's the pop, turnaround jumper, Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade. Manchild, six feet