"Six Feet Deep" by Geto Boys

Verse One Scarface 

June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight 
till the chest plate mommy dears cryin at the wake 
And everybodys dressed up in black suits 
goin to pay their last respects to the black troop 
Whyd he have to die 
Is the question that were under 
But everyone knows that everydays a different number 
So when your time comes, just remember G 
youll 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 
its gonna be strange spendin New Years Eve without your
homie 
But aint 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 Two Bushwick Bill 

Another homie got smoked but its no surprise 
everybodys trippin cause the boy was to young to die 
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath 
everybodys trippin cause they cant accept my homeys death 
Another killin was reported on the evenin news 
somebodys brother got killed behind a pair a shoes 
In the midst of all this shit I think about my self 
wonderin when somebodys gonna try to take me off the shelf 
But I refuse to be another violent casualty 
so when Im rollin I pack my pistol grip beside my knee 
Cause on the city streets today a brother jus cant win 
when the people you think are your friends really aint your
friends Uh 
And Bushwick cant sleep 
when everybody aroun me keeps fallin six feet deep 

 little partner inside the ground 
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top 
and then they work alone with the concrete block and thats
deep 


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 
Couldnt tell im nothin 
was a player, had ta have it 
got caught up in the game now ma boys in the casket 
And everybodys 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 wouldnt 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 aint forgotten 
So on remember whenever or wherever 
dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that


 
Theres far too many of you dying