Six Feet Deep Lyrics

Song	Six Feet Deep
Artist	Geto Boys
Album	Till Death Do Us Part
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	作词 : Barnett, Gaye, Johnson, Jordan ...
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	[Verse One: Scarface]
	June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight
	Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
	And everybody's dressed up in black suits
	Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
	Why'd he have to die
	Is the question that we're under
	But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
	So when your time comes, just remember G
	You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
	Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
	Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
	Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
	Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
	Never missin' out on a hood fight
	'cause ever-ee-day back in the hood we had a good fight
	Everything is changed and people-r-lookin lonely
	It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without your homie
	But ain't much that we can do
	Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you
	And believe me it hurts
	To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	[Verse Two: Bushwick Bill]
	Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
	Everybody's trippin cause the boy was to young to die
	A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
	Everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homeys death
	Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
	Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
	In the midst of all this shit I think about my self
	Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
	But I refuse to be another violent casualty
	So when I'm rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
	Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
	When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends Uh
	And Bushwick can't sleep
	When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	[Verse Three: Scarface]
	The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
	As they approach to see the body before the casket close
	The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
	Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
	The whole entire family spoke on his defence
	The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
	And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
	When I looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
	And then the choir broke into its final song
	Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
	Everyone was headed for the final flight
	As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
	The director said his words and there was not a sound
	As they lower my little partner inside the ground
	Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
	And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	[Verse Four: Big Mike]
	Alotta homies die
	Alotta mothers cry
	I watch tears fall down from their eyes
	Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
	They chose the music so they had to dance
	Couldn't tell 'im nothin
	Was a player, had ta have it
	Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
	And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
	Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
	We used to kick it on the ave at night
	Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
	But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
	I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
	So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son
	You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
	So on remember whenever or wherever
	Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
	(There's far too many of you dying)
	(There's far too many of you dying)

	zuo ci : Barnett, Gaye, Johnson, Jordan ...
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse One: Scarface
	June twentyeight was the date thirtyeight
	Till the chest plate mommy dear' s cryin' at the wake
	And everybody' s dressed up in black suits
	Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
	Why' d he have to die
	Is the question that we' re under
	But everyone knows that everyday' s a different number
	So when your time comes, just remember G
	You' ll always have a place in this world as a memory
	Especially my boys who passed away back in ' 92
	Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
	Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
	Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
	Never missin' out on a hood fight
	' cause evereeday back in the hood we had a good fight
	Everything is changed and peoplerlookin lonely
	It' s gonna be strange spendin' New Year' s Eve without your homie
	But ain' t much that we can do
	Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you
	And believe me it hurts
	To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Two: Bushwick Bill
	Another homie got smoked but it' s no surprise
	Everybody' s trippin cause the boy was to young to die
	A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
	Everybody' s trippin cause they can' t accept my homeys death
	Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
	Somebody' s brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
	In the midst of all this shit I think about my self
	Wonderin' when somebody' s gonna try to take me off the shelf
	But I refuse to be another violent casualty
	So when I' m rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
	Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can' t win
	When the people you think are your friends really ain' t your friends Uh
	And Bushwick can' t sleep
	When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Three: Scarface
	The pain that' s deep inside of everybody grows
	As they approach to see the body before the casket close
	The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
	Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
	The whole entire family spoke on his defence
	The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
	And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
	When I looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
	And then the choir broke into its final song
	Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
	Everyone was headed for the final flight
	As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
	The director said his words and there was not a sound
	As they lower my little partner inside the ground
	Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
	And then they work alone with the concrete block and that' s deep
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Four: Big Mike
	Alotta homies die
	Alotta mothers cry
	I watch tears fall down from their eyes
	Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
	They chose the music so they had to dance
	Couldn' t tell ' im nothin
	Was a player, had ta have it
	Got caught up in the game now ma boy' s in the casket
	And everybody' s lookin' for somebody else to blame
	Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
	We used to kick it on the ave at night
	Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
	But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
	I wish he wouldn' t a never fell victim to the clone
	So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son
	You might be gone but you damn sure ain' t forgotten
	So on remember whenever or wherever
	Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying

	zuò cí : Barnett, Gaye, Johnson, Jordan ...
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse One: Scarface
	June twentyeight was the date thirtyeight
	Till the chest plate mommy dear' s cryin' at the wake
	And everybody' s dressed up in black suits
	Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
	Why' d he have to die
	Is the question that we' re under
	But everyone knows that everyday' s a different number
	So when your time comes, just remember G
	You' ll always have a place in this world as a memory
	Especially my boys who passed away back in ' 92
	Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
	Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
	Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
	Never missin' out on a hood fight
	' cause evereeday back in the hood we had a good fight
	Everything is changed and peoplerlookin lonely
	It' s gonna be strange spendin' New Year' s Eve without your homie
	But ain' t much that we can do
	Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you
	And believe me it hurts
	To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Two: Bushwick Bill
	Another homie got smoked but it' s no surprise
	Everybody' s trippin cause the boy was to young to die
	A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
	Everybody' s trippin cause they can' t accept my homeys death
	Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
	Somebody' s brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
	In the midst of all this shit I think about my self
	Wonderin' when somebody' s gonna try to take me off the shelf
	But I refuse to be another violent casualty
	So when I' m rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
	Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can' t win
	When the people you think are your friends really ain' t your friends Uh
	And Bushwick can' t sleep
	When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Three: Scarface
	The pain that' s deep inside of everybody grows
	As they approach to see the body before the casket close
	The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
	Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
	The whole entire family spoke on his defence
	The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
	And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
	When I looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
	And then the choir broke into its final song
	Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
	Everyone was headed for the final flight
	As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
	The director said his words and there was not a sound
	As they lower my little partner inside the ground
	Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
	And then they work alone with the concrete block and that' s deep
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying
	Verse Four: Big Mike
	Alotta homies die
	Alotta mothers cry
	I watch tears fall down from their eyes
	Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
	They chose the music so they had to dance
	Couldn' t tell ' im nothin
	Was a player, had ta have it
	Got caught up in the game now ma boy' s in the casket
	And everybody' s lookin' for somebody else to blame
	Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
	We used to kick it on the ave at night
	Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
	But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
	I wish he wouldn' t a never fell victim to the clone
	So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son
	You might be gone but you damn sure ain' t forgotten
	So on remember whenever or wherever
	Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
	There' s far too many of you dying
	There' s far too many of you dying

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