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Six Feet Under Lyrics


Conejo Six Feet Under


Hahaha, I bodied so many f..cken rappers
I'ma start putting this muthufuckers in the prenda
And make 'em my slave for eternity

I roll hard on some G shit so let's be clear
My tie g in ah g ese some of 'em fierce
I'm getting money, armor trucks on his way
Ring tunes sheer shock if you wanna get paid
Behind my grind is ah studio session
Then take you to the block in third dimension
Discussing, the details surrounded
Then banging on my hours and the tensions mounded
So for starters, my trigger fingers on inch
Disaster relieve, when I come through this bitch
Ask Venom and Bugz cus they in attendance
Reach ah suicide before getting arrested
Sons of ven aqui you ride with me
I'm ah david in your field on the silver screen
Got to the club, ah midnight mobster
Went from eating beans to f..cken lobster

Six feet under come back no more
Now your in the grave worms come out your nose
I'm ah stick up kid, street due to the max
Ese ain't no muthufucker in the game like that
Six feet under come back no more
Now your in the grave worms come out your nose
I'm ah stick up kid, street due to the max
Ese ain't no muthufucker in the game like that

What was hidden in the voz is the reason I'm here
And now I got the secret, so don't come near
I just arrived to the eyes of many
But I've been ah hot spitter kid flow like ah semi
In the Hemi, and I'm extra gutter
Ese train Mark Cane, ah global runner
You ain't ready for war you can't stay afloat
Whole coast right here we could slice your throat
Ah tsunami effect more like mental torture
This is dedicated to all the vultures
I crept up in ah true g fashion
Dead blow with some holes and my killers blasting
And meth, that's my cash cow
Punch ah punch line rapper in his f..cken mouth
Ah reprisal, for the soft shaking
Ese cardial watch you out of time we taking

Six feet under come back no more
Now your in the grave worms come out your nose
I'm ah stick up kid, street due to the max
Ese ain't no muthufucker in the game like that
Six feet under come back no more
Now your in the grave worms come out your nose
I'm ah stick up kid, street due to the max
Ese ain't no muthufucker in the game like that


It's like when you in the streets with your family
Nothing comes before that
If you gotta kill your own brother, than that's what
you gotta do
You gotta have eyes behind your head, you gotta
watch yourself
Or you might just end up six feet under, dig?



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