Songtexte:
Six Feet Deep Release

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

I gave too much love to a nigga that's underhanded If things go the way I planned it I have this nigga's ass six feet deep and them Junior Nike's stranded

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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