Tortured, been bleeding so long, I?m hungry for my death To come now, waiting hatred Dreaming of life, false hope Dying to live, waiting to die alone
Traduzione: Six Feet Under. As I Die.
: Tortured - been bleeding so long, I'm hungry, for my death To come now, waiting - hatred Dreaming of life False hope Dying to live, waiting to die -
it out, yo, check it out I'm 'bout a dollar, son, I see through it, I gotta follow (c'mon) If ya ain't borrow money I gotta holla (holla) Simple and plain
is lookin' mad As your hands start to wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet under You get walked out the door And your feet
my kinfolk Maybe then I wont cry no more Cuz my life is going on No casket going off As soon as I get my ways I swear that I'm taking off Like lord jesus
? Chill, I got you locked, paw Soon as I hear the bass I'ma tear the place up Then pick the pace up; you pick me? You picked the ace up Yo, I'm ready for war, I
Fall in the grave I've been digging myself But there's room for two Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars Six feet under the stars
death as he was left up under a car Hey yo, Boston, I'm gettin strapped, I know who they are Cause back in the days I went to school with him And I remember
ALL STEWART BUT NOT AS MUCH AS DAVID BUSKIN DAVID BUSKIN DAVID BUSKIN IS COMING TO MY TOWN HE WAS MUCH BETTER WITH BATTEAU BUT HIS STILL HEAVIER THAN SIX FEET UNDER I
stole it all from me, I'm lying six feet under now -- forever you, not me. Nothing's 'gonna save you, Nothing's 'gonna right what you've done wrong, And I
the gold or oil Or maybe six feet of soil mandem digging before growth Trying to cover the ends, with poisonous snow Blood is what I can smell, under
any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under Legit, I
nigga When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep You think six feet deep 'cause you know I kill You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black
you not, I'm lit up us as fuck, Tablecloth tucked in my pants, And I'm hearing dishes drop as I walk away from my dinner with schmucks. Then I end up
maneuvers, that's hard to beat Till the other side retreats Under six feet beneath C'mon Verse Two: Mark Curry I told u that is a saw I wore I'm a kill
crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so i'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet
to ride, but never in some gangsta shit) [Slim Thug] I need some'ing classy in the streets, but stone freak in the sheets Caramel color, letter under six feet
