My matchflame confidence And unwillingly I hide The lever I must find To release the deep The tears withheld inside But I can't explain I can't make sense
brown bread, hey I got my weapons Music, good friends, I'm not dying today I maybe six feet under, way down yonder I'm not dying today, dying today, today I
pop I'm a young little g and man I can't stop I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it It's like
of inner city blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose 'Cause I just can't settle
the ground a shallow grave isn't allowed 'Cause the corpse'll be found when the stench of it lingers out Make sure it's six feet deep or more Construction
. Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the Six feet under the floor Six feet
congressman a letter?) I don't care about congress and I'm sayin it blunt What I'm sayin is that we step up front [?????] I'm about to get busy again
using the ground a shallow grave isn't allowed 'Cause the corpse'll be found when the stench of it lingers out Make sure it's six feet deep or more Construction
blues I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets
you're my best friend You help me out when I was mad You're the bestest friend that I have ever had Nobody can bond that we can't explain They can't share
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose Cuz I just can't settle for these streets shawty