Tony Randle - Six Feet Deep lyrics

There's far too many of you dying [Verse 1: Scarface] June twenty-eight was the date Thirty-eight to 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 every day'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 pa**ed 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 everyday back in the hood we had a good fight Everything has changed and people are lookin lonely It's gon' 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 [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise Everybody's trippin cause the boy was too young to die A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath Everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homie's d**h Another k**in was reported on the evenin news Somebody's brother got k**ed behind a pair a shoes In the midst of all this sh** I think about myself 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 just can't win When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends Uh, and Bushwick can't sleep When everybody around me keeps fallin six feet deep [Verse 3: Scarface] The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows As they approach to see the body before the casket close The person standin next to me has snapped a flick Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it The whole entire family spoke on his defense The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce And durin all the singin I broke down myself When I looked and seen the family that my partner left 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 site The director said his words and there was not a sound As they lowered my little partner towards inside the ground Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top And then they work alone with the concrete block And that's deep [Verse 4: Big Mike] A lotta homies die, a lotta 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 him nothin, was a player, had to have it Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in the game We used to kick it on the ave at night Comin up tryin to have the finer things in life But now my boy's gone, I wish he was at home I wish he wouldn'ta 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 long, remember whenever or wherever Dead or alive, real partners come together And you know that