has an explanation" [verse two - rockin robin] Deep in the middle east, in the belly of the beast We got men and women losin blood for black grease
you know [Verse 1: Young Neef] Said it's a nice day out And I'm tryna pick what to drizzive Could do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives Said is
but baby don't put too much Sprite I'ma tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma Addicted to Henne and that strip
'm a bad, bad, man One day I was chillin', caught a buckshot The nigga was butt, so then he gets no props Word spread fast around town I was layin' six feet deep
top (I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop) Kingpin kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks Coming up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big
, a life legendary Who else put flows out that put clothes out? Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out Nine-six, Big showed me what to do But deep
the (Chaa) weakest piece of release but the seepage has no descretion for checkin bro with a plathora of weapons to lessen ya (Chaa) Big Yates hes stuck in the six
thoughts My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports Six feet two still whack on the court So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork My style
from the phasing, deep with the cuts and abrasion Erupts and amazing, nigga, my Nina bucked Fuck the gazing and enemies get tore up from the blazing Fool you be burning them with your black
playin' all the right songs To the BM, REM's are Muy Bien It's R. Kelly killer camp, baby girl can you dig now Next time you see him yo he lay Mr. Big
certain territory, where you don't talk only the streets tell stories, With blue and red bandanas on the street, and if your slippin you'll be six feet deep
single file line about 50 cars long All drivin' slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep
s about to explode oh, you didn't know ? it's dem boys dirty, dirty act n wit dirty, dirty he go by that bloody, bloody six feet deep in muddy, muddy
Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit Like the Black
in a certain territory Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories With blue and red bandanas on the street And if you slippin', you'll be six feet deep
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers I knew my longevity confuse ya Big paper game,
in the 90?s Six ring all I do is big things Fall sickin' my taste Big ass, small waist, flawless face Really don?t matter the race 'Cause we all black
I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) I don't know but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi (Shit, that's the clique