歌曲 | Six Feet Deep |
歌手 | Geto Boys |
专辑 | Till Death Do Us Part |
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) |
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 |