Six Degrees Lyrics

by Ghostface Killah
Single: Six Degrees
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[Verse 1: GFK]

Dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia

Bottles of the 1-50 poured over twistas

Broken bones and pillars, Staten Island the illest

The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars...
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