have is hope And all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out Pick the splinters from under
rapture Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin' God I raise Hell And make the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six And need to repent to the
journey into the unknown wherever you might be be well my son Why just you my flesh and blood I cannot live nor understand my dearest treasures to be found six feet under
Niggas]. Leave them with poker faces, red rag, pull it down so they know it's Jayceon, riding down Wilshire, 07 Charger, K&M Filter, high speed burning
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 feet Now, that'
blackness after! (Sticky Fingaz) I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell and make the white man call me MASTER I'm six-six-six, And need to repent to the
come blackness after! [sticky fingaz] I swear to fuckin God I raise hell and make the white man call me master I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to
the girl's breast has swelled to the size of a woman, although she's twelve The whole world is sick, sick, sick Trapped up in six, six, six I started
boys banging in a fo' do' Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so My heat under my seat, and I don't love
I am the walking dead heartbreaker, my apologies, I'm happy you'll never understand what It's like to be trapped under six feet of solid glass, I can
fading I'll wipe the blood from my cheek and get on with my day And all I have is hope, and all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time
the devil's going in for the kill (you're in the arms of god) Now you're six feet down now your six feet down Suicidal black and unholy ground Guess
be be well my son [1st Time: you are my son] Why just you my flesh and blood I cannot live nor understand my dearest treasure to be found six feet under
after! [Sticky Fingaz] I swear to fuckin God I raise Hell and make the white man call me MASTER I'm six-six-six, and need to repent to the pastor SO
why but it would kill me just to know To know your ending is just the beginning My bloods draining That beautiful mouth...drinking it down The truth is found with me, six feet under
soul can't rest today I can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [Verse One] Frank, I'm sorry you
alias name, but the truth Smashin all your favorite rappers, whether woman or dude Shiny suits and pretty makeup, homo rappers in trucks Leave you six feet under
cases who arrested The faces of triple six Devil shit sorcerer (kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that burning