Verse 1:
At night I can feel the vibe in sight
Straight through the individual in flight
Everybody got hit when I bust heat, I had to let the 1-2 guage...speak
Why? Because we Murder MC's everyday, motherf**ers don't play
Straight from the under, whenever I see the wonder, I wonder
How, nuff punk n***as got caught let's start, the art is the choclate
I'm sparkin' it, play the quarterback, hut, so I can get a nut
And when I take a pull n***as your dead bwoy what?
I'm talking to you and your whole crew, pick 'em out
Whatever one you want dead first
Save the best for last cause I got a verse
That'll burst like Bubble Yum, troublesome
Dumb n***as in the back on crack thats...
Hook:
"6 feet deep in the crease" (x16)
Verse 2:
Thunder, thunder from the one
The original one to pack heat like the sun
Pull a gun, n***as better run, FAST, n***a what?
n***a bring apon co*k on a**
Look behind and feel the heat from the devil on your back
I'm pullin' a mac, hum, now learn your lesson, now Smif-N-Wesson
Recognize that Heltah Skeltah's on the rise
And you can look into the eyes of a devil
Motherf** a 10% cause when I represent the 5%, the God's get bent
Shake from the right to left now left to right
You drop the mic cause you was bu*t, throw your hands up WHAT?
Fatigue wear up to here, no fear
Wear your TImberlands tie them up now we in there
I get no time to fake G's, come follow me
6 feet deep inside the creep
Hook (x16)
Verse 3:
First MC up to bat, Buckshot back never wack
Cause I can attack, distract
Black and original crooks style, no style is the b**h a** style
You f** around and get the gun blaow, look at me now bwoy
Come test, get out the buddha, sees can make a man get finesse
You must be f**in' with that backyard bullsh**
Cause the large sh** that I f** wit get me lit, no doubt
A dime of that Hawaiian sess, make a n***a like me finesse
Forget about stress just parlay, play the side
And I'm a take you n***as on another ride, like...
Hook (x16)