{*chipmunk voice*} 6 feet underground

Dice are rolling, Knives are out
with thee present danger all around
I don’t say they mean harm, but they’d each give an arm
to see us six feet underground.
see us 6 feet under ground
It doesn’t matter what those morons say

[Chorus]
It’s Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don’t understand me
And while I’m holdin up I know you smilin’ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

[Ja Rule]
Look at me now hittin’ em up holdin it down
cuz I’m destined to be I know you love to see me
(6 feet underground) why see do the Devil’s Eyes
you vision my demise so may your soul lie
(6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe
that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin’ by
if you can’t see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last
we Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love
we be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs
so we don’t end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em’
the rule is to get rid of em’ for those who feel they getting away
Ja we sendin em’ (6 Feet Underground) I’ve feel I’ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

Chorus: (2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don’t understand me
And while I’m holdin up I know you smilin’ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

[Ja Rule]
I’m so ignorant cuz I done played my last tears
and pain is bliss been through so many things
it’s hard to resist a mind that’s currently
thinking on his last wish it’s nothing to fuck with
when I know what I want because you must think I’m a fool
claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule
bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I’d love
nothin more than to see you (6 Feet Underground) doesn’t
matter how we gonna get outta weed rollin it outta mindows
nor from adam? but we show them uh now we leave them niggas
creating a deal let it open so won’t be goin (6 Feet Underground)
because I’ve feel I’ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

Chorus: (2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don’t understand me
And while I’m holdin up I know you smilin’ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

[Ja Rule]
get up (4x) baby the Rule can’t die tonight
(6 Feet Underground)
now all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
you start I warned em’ that I ain’t
livin right niggas might see my life as
sort of a scarifice money, bitches, and ice.
but fuck it whoa whoa something let me
still to something ride 125 in a low low frontin
it’s free will emotion you know I’m high flickin’ ashes
at police while I’m ridin’ by I’m ghetto I don’t fear
is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then
come on nigga get it in blood because I’ve feel I’ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

Chorus: (2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don’t understand me
And while I’m holdin up I know you smilin’ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

[Ja Rule]
(2x)

Yea it’s Mur

[B.G.]
It’s me, the B.G., doin’ my thang
Lettin’ ’em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin’ off into shit you can not handle
I’m settin’ it off in this bitch, thinkin’ of scandals
‘Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with many 14’s
Hittin’ your home up, hittin’ at everything movin’
Lookin’ and losin’, startin’ chaos and confusion
I’m bruisin’ your whole family, dress ’em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two Hummers
That’s me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin’ away
I’m in to grow, legend with rights, I don’t been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin’ high wit’ me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die wit’ me
I was in the ‘Nolia, lookin’ for that killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no love
It’s like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it’s dead it’s done
Hand on my gun cause I don’t give a muthafuck
I’m a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I can’t snitch out the mix
Just gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain’t that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain’t trippin’, cause I don’t give a muthatfuck

[Lil’ Wayne]
I be catchin’ a nigga corner, rippin’ through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum lettin’
Bustin’ lead ‘n, real ‘n, Hot Boy$ don’t forget it
Leave every porch wet ‘n, brains all over the step ‘n
Disrespectin’ the whole neighborhood block wettin’
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the ‘dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at cause I’m a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I’ma beef at, make it hot, I’ma crease that
Camoflauge to the ‘Boks, pop off clips in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door
Run from front to back bustin’, Terius cut his wife throat
I’ma play it how it go, hold a black connect sho’
We went to school for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie let’s get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot’ll get me toted
I’ma wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can’t win I let chopper bullets spin

[Turk]
Don’t fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain’t hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, that’s who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin’ that nut
Nigga don’t think cause we young, we ain’t ridin’ or dyin’ too
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout killin’ niggaz too
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I’m about to down, play the scenery
Big ol’ Expedition’s, do some dirt in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain’t down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe It’s All On U
+Ohh, it ain’t my fault+, I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don’t give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon’ take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That’s why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they gon’ die
Leave your families clueless, and questionin’ why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, th

Yeah
6 minutes, LFO ur on
I was at a party with my mind in the gutter
she walked in behind me with a friend and her brother
stepped onto the dance floor shakin her hips
I thought I might bust when she licked her lips
sometimes I wish that I was someone like Brad Pitt
she walked right over to me then said hey we should split
sometimes I wish that I had a girl that looked that fine
not thinkin about forever
just 6 minutes of her time

one minute and the earth begins to shake
two minutes and my heart begins to break
another minute and she makes me feel brand new
that’s just three minutes with you
four minutes and she’s got my on my knees
five minutes and she’s got me beggin please
another minute and she’s shows me something new
I need six minutes with you
six minutes

I was at work with my mind in the gutter
she was in a magazine, her face on the cover
layin in a room that was lit by a candle
that’s the type of girl that I wish that I could handle

sometimes I wish that I looked like Tom Cruise
cause in a crowded room
but I’d be the one that she would choose
sometimes I wish a girl like that could just be mine
not thinkin about forever just six minutes of her time

one minute and the earth begins to shake
two minutes and my heart begins to break
another minute and she makes me feel brand new
that’s just three minutes with you
four minutes and she’s got my on my knees
five minutes and she’s got me beggin please
another minute and she’s shows me something new
I need six minutes with you
six minutes

sometimes I feel like the “Catcher in the Rye”
sometime I wish that I could catch your eye
sometimes I wish that I could be that guy (be that guy)

yeah yeah

whoa time is passin by
whoa I’m losing my mind
losing my mind

one minute and the earth begins to shake
two minutes and my heart begins to break
another minute and she makes me feel brand new
its just three minutes with you
four minutes and she’s got my on my knees
five minutes and she’s got me beggin please
another minute and she’s shows me something new
I need six minutes with you
six minutes

hook

6 to 14 in 12, y’all motherfuckers slow as hell
It ain’t no mo’ going to jail
Cuz’ my folk ain’t got no mo’ bail
Cuz’ first it’s me, and then it’s you
I say first it’s me, and then it’s you

(J-Bo)
Now over the years as a Youngblood, I done walked out and fought
There’s a cost to being brought up, and still I ain’t gave a fuck
Not easier said than done, it don’t matter how many come
They got you on the lock, striking men into your bums
Sometimes I had no fun, now the law done got me trapped
With my back against the wall, some waiting on me to turn it back
Now that is that, and this is this, and if you miss, you bound to slip
So watch that shit, just as they ship you, and pimp you, and dick you
Takin’ you for granted, so nigga you’d besta handle it
Before they catch you slanted, don’t panic, you on your own
Now brace yourself, they everywhere off in your town, taking what is left

hook

(Sean Paul)
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin’ got to go bad
Just yesterday got my insurance and tag
Feelin’ good never bad, on the way to see flat’
Tryin’ to take it to the crib tell my folks bout the zag
Now see I’m in the Lac’ so I ain’t drivin’ too fast
Just my luck, I creeps up on they ass
The police study beats, settin’ up this road block
Found out the hard way it’s only 10 o’clock
And ain’t no room to shake the spot, plus everything tight
Gave em’ all my shit, pulled over to the right
And what was said in my head “Now I’m all fucked up”
Like my square, sir tell me what is all this for
I ain’t did a damn thang, but I’m back in this wagon
Handcuffin’ this clown ass nigga still braggin’
Ain’t a damn thang funny, what the hell this be bout’
Tell me where the fuck I’m going, how the hell I get out
See at times like this, you gotta depend on your folk
See we got that lil’ bit, but rather spend it on dope
Now I’m out this bitch, see your ass in court
6 to 14 in 12, your too slow

Hey what’s up man, hey let me get one of them squares from you folk
I hope these niggas at the house man
Damn man ,these folk got me down here
Bout’ some motherfuckin’ driver’s license man
What kinda shit is that man?
Made my hoe walk to the house
Man I hope these niggas at the crib man
I gotta get the hell up outta here now
That’s on the blow
Man these niggas ain’t at the attic man
Man, fuck this shit, man
I gotta call my momma, man fuck this

Bologna slab was thick, ain’t no grits in my bowl
Tryin’ to take it to the crib, and sit on my commode
They took my license, so now my shit is gone
But me and this Cadillac, we got a mind of our own
Wood grain, hill daddy tight
Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin’ blue light
The reason that we ride like this, ain’t got the funds to get the right
Police be takin’ out your ass, cash low
Ain’t got no place to stash my dope, at the time
Either yours or mine, stay down on da’ grind
Servin’ niggas with the dope from a blunt to a line
Throw my shit in the bushes make it hard to find
It’s 6 to 14 and I ain’t fuckin’ around

(J-Bo)
I can’t help but just to be that nigga, the nigga you can’t fuck wit’
Now what the hell, just done happened, as I’m lost in this shit
Off in these cuts, doing what I gotta do, just as I reap bail
And break bail, up out these jail cells, see what I do well
And dat’ is your last remark
So don’t you start comin’ around up here up after dark
Thinkin’ you hard, with no regard, cause see I’m a’ hit you where it hurts
Quenches the thirst, you in the curse
Makin it bad from worse off in the hearst, from what you done did
I kid you not, Youngbloodz and Attic Crew and takin’ shit just as y

Take me down, 6 underground,
The ground beneath your feet,
Laid out low, nothing to go
Nowhere a way to meet
I’ve got a head full of drought,
Down here, so faroff losing out
Round here,

Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Calm me down, bring it round
Too way high off your street
I can see like nothing else
In me you’re better than I wannabe
Don’t think ‘cos I understand,
I care, don’t think ‘cos I’m talking we’re friends,

Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Talk me down, safe and sound
Too strung up to sleep
Wear me out, scream and shout
Swear my time’s never cheap
I fake my life like I’ve lived
Too much, I take whatever you’re given
Not enough,

Overground, watch this space,
I’m open to falling from grace

Ooh, ooh
Do you ever think about me?
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep?
In the middle of the night when you’re awake,
Are you calling out for me?
Do you ever reminisce?
I can’t believe in nothing like this
I know it’s crazy
How I still can feel your kiss

1 – It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away
I miss you so much and I don’t know what to say
I should be over you
I should know better but it’s just not the case
It’s been six months, eight days, twelve hours
Since you went away

Do you ever ask about me?
Do your friends still tell you what to do?
Every time the phone rings,
Do you wish it was me calling you?
Do you still feel the same?
Or has time put out the flame?
I miss you
Is everything okay?

Repeat 1

It’s hard enough just passing the time
When I can’t seem to get you off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye?
Tell me why, tell me why

Repeat 1

Sing it for me
Ooh, ooh

Gooch, you’re scum, it’s as simple as that
Defending white oppression, battling for Apartheid
Blinded by the Krugerands
Ignoring all the shanty towns
The fascist, racist governments
The beatings, the internments
And Botha bowls a full toss and Gooch hits a boundary
Still padding up and batting for the biggest white lie

The bowler’s running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it’s lodged inside his pad
Because it’s written in his contract that after every over
He has to have a smoke just to satisfy the sponsor
In a bid to save the sport he sacrifices his health
His inning is getting shorter and so is his breath
Seems the price of survival involves a cigarette
Making money out of sport and choking it to death

4x:
I’ve been searching for so long


Chorus 4x:
550 What? 550 What?
That’s mah address
That’s mah address


Been lookin all around
I’m up for getting down
Been searching for the right one to juss love your the one I want
I want some of the shit
I dont juss wanna hint
I’m tryna stay around and I can feel what you needa need
I’ll give you all the things you need
You’ll neva have to worry ’bout G
I’m happy that I found your face
Together we’ll Rev up the place
On my life
It’s been a dream to me
To live out my destiny
I’m blessed
With they way you’ve treated me
I’m feelin real good
Cuz I’m ????


Chorus


Been lookin all around
I’m up for getting down
Been searching for the right one to juss love your the one I want
I want some of the shit
I dont juss wanna hint
I’m tryna stay around and I can feel what you needa need
I’ll give you all the things you need
You’ll neva have to worry ’bout G
I’m happy that I found your face
Together we’ll Rev up the place
On my life
It’s been a dream to me
To live out my destiny
I’m blessed
With they way you’ve treated me
I’m feelin real good
Cuz I’m ????


Chorus


Timbaland:
Chillin’ on the corna’ wit my man Ginuwine
Speakin about my problems
Speakin about what’s on mah mind
Neva had a true reason whether I’mma be a hit or leavin
Neva had an adress
My life aint been nuttin but a F’in mess
Talkin to to a whole lot of people
Tellin me that my life is not gon’ be creative eitha
But my man Jafar
He had a bunch of plans
Ran to JD he ??? the plan
Then what what Michael Capriland
He hooked us up with Polly and he signed the G man
Back to the basis
L West had to let my legal statement
She means so much to me
She hooked us up with Ron Sweeni
Workin together as a team
Tryin to make the address complete our dreams
As it seems
Life cannot be defined in many
There will be situations messin life’s ??? candies
To the left to the right
550 baby, ya all right.


4x:
I’ve been searching for so long


Chorus til fade

From the deepest to the highest
Battling for the yellow vest
Changing gears rapidly
Ten seconds to change a wheel
King of the Mountains
Queen of the flats
Sprinting for the line
Then ready to collapse
Up! Up! Up!
The simplicity of the wheel
Has created the bike
On which you don’t need to win
To make it fun
So don’t get knackered
Take it slow
Don’t worry about the vest
Just enjoy the view