Paroles:
6 Century

You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas, 6 different ways And

6 to 9, it's Revolution Time When 6 turns into 9... Move over -- closer to my fantasies Pretty baby, we're standing at the turn of the centuries The

I feel like I've been locked up tight A century of lonely nights Waitin', waitin' for someone You're licking your lips And blowin' kisses my way

held you, things your father never could do That's enough for now, he would've never left you broken He would've held you, things your father never told you The century

The same motherfucker that'll burn down the village With a chronic blunt full of that you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub

Gucci made money that's what you call money mall money small money you ain't got no money Black cars stupid walk white folk's money 6 day work week smoke

: Prozak] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries

last Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese Now you cant do shit cause your 6

Repeat) [Verse 2: ~Prozak~] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries