6 Feet Deep Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

[Intro - People - talking] 

"Hey man, what's wrong with you?" 

"Fuck you lookin at nigga?" 

"I'm still tryin to find out nigga!" 

"Hold up, hold up, oh, we got a problem here?" 

"We got a problem here, we got a problem nigga?" 

[gun shots] 

[Verse 1 - Bun B] 

It's the return of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (stash) 

We dressed in all black and got the hood on smash (smash) 

I Roc ya like Dame Dash (Dash), one shot, one kill [gun shot] 

Ask anybody (body) and they gon' tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke) 

It's a done deal when I pull up on ya 

Calico get unleashed [gun shots], niggaz clearin the corner 

Perfect to me and ten (me and ten), we movin much weight 

And this one for Pimp in a penitentiary upstate 

Damn, come on Bun, wait 

Naw nigga, this one dedicated to Pimp in a penitentiary upstate 

'Til he come home, in his name we ballin 

We never forget the homies on lock or the fallen 

Band I.T., Young 'lo and Bad Azz Bam 

Sean Wee and Big Munst' and we ain't givin a damn 

If you need a kilogram, two, three or a dozen 

Come on down to Texas, holla at your country cousin 

[Chorus - Bun B] 

I can show you how to get stains, how to flip 'caine 

Show you how to grip grain, how to grip stains 

Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game) 

Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game) 

We be creepin in your backdoors, cockin back fours 

Show you how to mack hoes, slammin 'lac doors 

Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game) 

Bitch we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game) 

Already 

[Verse 2 - Young Kilo] 

Yeah, I learned how to shoot a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12 

Hot shells burn, black skin turn pale 

You out to get mail? 

I show you boys how to sell yay and how to tell what it weigh without a scale 

Motel 6, hard blow sell quick 

And I ain't gon' sell shit 

You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even three dollar club sacks 

Buy y'all private, guaranteed to come back 

[Verse 3 - Bad Azz Bam] 

I, turn sand into rocks with soda 

No wrist, just a fog tryin to rock your quota 

Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is cold 

I, stretch the books, see how much water it hold 

Most niggaz think the water should be cold 

Really hot, keep it warm 'til the finishing lot 

Not cold nigga, listen and watch 

We takin bricks on the road, try to form your spot, nigga 

[Verse 4 - Chamillionaire] 

Yeah (Southern Smoke), you don't hear how we gettin it, then you gettin in the way 

I'm gettin rich, niggaz gettin pissed, cause most pussy niggaz play 

We can let that metal settle differences [gun cocked], let a clip set a date 

Point guard position, I'm assistin it, so an opponent better pray 

Of my environ-ment, yeah it's the Messiah 

So close to the truth than you, that your fiction cannot deny a 

Real nigga from gettin higher 

Don't believe me than check my prior 

Record, I said I'm on fire 

Your "poof" like your time expired, liar, haha 

[Chorus]