(Rick Rock beats)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Ain't nothin' between us but space and opportunity
No time for childish shit and buffoonery
I sneeze around peons, achee
I don't want no clowns hanging 'round me
Gotta peep the borderline haters on the cuffs
It's hard to trust the people that you trust
The closest one to you that always borrow
They'll line you up tomorrow for some marbles
I can look a human in the eye like a stock
And tell right away that he a no-good guy
His energy in this aura ain't connected
He jealous, his pockets is anorexic
When I was twenty-one, my dreams was twenty-to-one
I accepted my failures and didn't blame anyone
Sign hella cousins to your label and they rap
Chances are a couple gon' stab your ass in the back
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Bad bidness, I don't practice
I'm ganged up and sharp like a cactus
I'm all over it like flour on raw chicken
I don't do bogus shit, ain't no reneggin'
Gettin' after it, I done mastered and perfected the art of gassin'
Thirty-two years of heat, not once did I fall asleep
If it's yayper bein' made, then I want in
We can't be friends if 40 ain't your top ten
Don't ever mention my name in the same sentence as sucka shit
The Bay is what I claim and I never been a puppet
I been at networkin' in virtual meetings all day
When I slap gospel music, I play the homie Lecrae
I'm a veteran but I'm current and I'm on
Every word that I say can be a song
Uh, rap like I'm poor
West Coast best, Mount Rushmore
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
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(Rick Rock beats)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Ain't nothin' between us but space and opportunity
No time for childish shit and buffoonery
I sneeze around peons, achee
I don't want no clowns hanging 'round me
Gotta peep the borderline haters on the cuffs
It's hard to trust the people that you trust
The closest one to you that always borrow
They'll line you up tomorrow for some marbles
I can look a human in the eye like a stock
And tell right away that he a no-good guy
His energy in this aura ain't connected
He jealous, his pockets is anorexic
When I was twenty-one, my dreams was twenty-to-one
I accepted my failures and didn't blame anyone
Sign hella cousins to your label and they rap
Chances are a couple gon' stab your ass in the back
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Bad bidness, I don't practice
I'm ganged up and sharp like a cactus
I'm all over it like flour on raw chicken
I don't do bogus shit, ain't no reneggin'
Gettin' after it, I done mastered and perfected the art of gassin'
Thirty-two years of heat, not once did I fall asleep
If it's yayper bein' made, then I want in
We can't be friends if 40 ain't your top ten
Don't ever mention my name in the same sentence as sucka shit
The Bay is what I claim and I never been a puppet
I been at networkin' in virtual meetings all day
When I slap gospel music, I play the homie Lecrae
I'm a veteran but I'm current and I'm on
Every word that I say can be a song
Uh, rap like I'm poor
West Coast best, Mount Rushmore
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Ain't nothin' between us but space and opportunity
No time for childish shit and buffoonery
I sneeze around peons, achee
I don't want no clowns hanging 'round me
Gotta peep the borderline haters on the cuffs
It's hard to trust the people that you trust
The closest one to you that always borrow
They'll line you up tomorrow for some marbles
I can look a human in the eye like a stock
And tell right away that he a no-good guy
His energy in this aura ain't connected
He jealous, his pockets is anorexic
When I was twenty-one, my dreams was twenty-to-one
I accepted my failures and didn't blame anyone
Sign hella cousins to your label and they rap
Chances are a couple gon' stab your ass in the back
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Bad bidness, I don't practice
I'm ganged up and sharp like a cactus
I'm all over it like flour on raw chicken
I don't do bogus shit, ain't no reneggin'
Gettin' after it, I done mastered and perfected the art of gassin'
Thirty-two years of heat, not once did I fall asleep
If it's yayper bein' made, then I want in
We can't be friends if 40 ain't your top ten
Don't ever mention my name in the same sentence as sucka shit
The Bay is what I claim and I never been a puppet
I been at networkin' in virtual meetings all day
When I slap gospel music, I play the homie Lecrae
I'm a veteran but I'm current and I'm on
Every word that I say can be a song
Uh, rap like I'm poor
West Coast best, Mount Rushmore
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Nigga, give me six (six, six, six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space (nigga, give me six)
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Give me six feet and an ounce of space
Writer: Earl Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group