you've got You can't keep what you're throwing away Our love is six feet underground I can't speak cause it's not easy to say Our love is six feet underground
road to destruction, guage eruption Creepin' so I'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet deep And scopin' out peepin', 'cause ya be makin' me nauseous Deeper than a
laid to rest forever, you wanna do rap under ground? so maybe six feet, will make the raps better Chorus [Fatal] Whats ya life worth? more then a
get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time Ynot
me a six pack a half of Harrold's chicken A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation 1 brew, 1 brew, I said 1 brew at a time Ynot
bought choppers for everybody Before they know what's under my shirt the glock 40 Get 25 a show I want 40 Born a real nigga but I die a goon Just bought a
EARTHQUAKE (Don Juan) You're dropped six feet under six feet The area where ordinary people can't sleep Tech N9ne, Don Juan, Midwest Siders baby Strange
It's all delicious baby [Verse 3:] I got dat type of funk to make ya ?? scream three Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC I neva killd a ?? with a 36D A
baby (Verse 3:) I got dat type of flow to make ya mate scream three Six rappaz beein hunted by a killa MC I neva killd a bianca with a 36D I party with
We take no haters for granted They crisscross Ten seconds till lift off Be soaked in pistol grip sauce Ripped off The techniques complete heat Retreat six feet Under six feet
't be afraid, Bring your gun and your sac 'causez we under attack, Verse 1: Takes no chances, End with up that least circumstances, Keeps a cool composure
Lets get (rooms for the night) This a Timb trick so you (know its tight) Uh, stackin the ching ching and its obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
ugh I tries to do it proper but it kept comin' up a cropper I needs some hype, I think I'll ram raid happy shopper Haven't got a car so I use a space
and bag a punk They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight Over, yes, you over six feet under You see, I'm not at ease you're diseased A
wants to help me, I'm looking for a muse This time around I'm trying to cook up the blues Let's make a little love, a little hate A little give and take
million dollar spot Want to flex what I got Make niggas sick like a drop Every show I get You can give a quarter key Tryin to ?? sale but they cost six
