at you ready or not; You're gonna feel my pain, like it or not; You've got your debts to pay and you wanna alot You're down and out of time. And there
a pussy pig I straight handle my business and I strap my gat Down Baby and Slim them old school gee's Down for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down
drought, you assed out When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet
is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet
you're six feet under With a Dracula's breath It ain't so complicated When the moon shines red You're infatuated All the words been said Every time
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself But there's room for two Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars
I was born to live You know I wasn't born to die But if they party down in heaven I'll be sure to be on time Until I'm six feet under I don't need
Can't decode dependencies, suicidal tendencies Brain your melt down, street lobotomy Claustrophobia, locked in the pine box Now I lay me down to sleep, six feet
thing Suckers have to realize how foolish they sound So button your lips and stop trying to be down I caught you out there (How many times?) A lot of times
But, but I love him!) Hm, I wonder Is love worth bein six feet under? Nope (And that's on the real tip) I think it's time you skip Town (Hey girl, don
your brother, not your mother, yeah The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m., Crept through the gap in your curtains, Caressed your bare feet
nigga fuck what I say Throw ya souls in the air like this Flash ya bar codes while I stick em with another hit up out of the abyss The Tech N9ne out
Snoop in Deep Cover I got the seat reclined .45 under the white-T smothered dippin down green leaf, I aint got no enemies been shot 5 times, now I
end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die out You remain
no fair one 'Cause we was dealt the bad hand from the jump And we can't deal, so we jack and get drunk And might end up locked down or six feet But in
the final curtain closes all work and no play is gonna put me six feet under ground ive gotta slow down you know i gotta slow down ive gotta slow down
fuckin' state tryin' come up in this world, 'cause it's money to make laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make
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
