Six Degrees
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Yeah yo, aye yo
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
Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
My evil third eye blinks with no hesitation
Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Hen we pops, isolated of hash bricks
Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
Got bread from back in the days, it's growing some mold
2Pac's back, my Glock's fat
After the gun smoke, you screaming, where my block at?

Both hands crusty, need a little lotion
That shit don't matter when I mix the color ocean
Smoking on potent, goons bagging up in the living room
Blocking the flat screen while I'm watching Juice
Move your big ass head (move nigga), my favorite part on
Q and the DJ battle, move or I scratch you
Ninety five, sh-ninety five on the coffee table
Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel
Pistol in designer boxes, shoe boxes in bedrooms
Some got stacks but most discontinued
What's on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash
Bark on a nigga with the blade out
Run up in your safe house, how ironic
Knock a ring on a nigga like somebody hit Sonic
Smoking on chronic feeling like Nostradamic
See dying in your future, nigga I promise
Vomit colors seven series, TiVo the World Series
About to miss the game hitting sevens on the slot machine
Dice game, vice daughter, drunk driving in the Charger
With a big titty bitch looking like Toccara
I don't know what you know
But if you know what I know, you better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost
I don't know what you know
But if you know how I know, you better get ghost 'fore I get

Aye yo what up son, they talking that money on the ground shit
UPS, Fedex, I deliver the pound shit
Raw dog, my hood's like crazy 80's stamp bag
Stapleton niggas stash they guns in strip bags
Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags
Skinny or big jeans, niggas they still sag
Brag about two chains, four chains, six chains
Spread eagle bitches in the crib giving brain
Still keep them Clarks crispier than printed money
And the champion gear that I rock? Will hide my face for me
Mask down, 3-57 and the box of shells
Seville dead-arm the kid in the stairwell
Stem cell, my niggas is scientific
We make crumbs and wax, the THC is prolific




Fruitful, my Clan bundle cash like Pablo
Bank in the Caimans, stash-houses out in Cabo

Overall Meaning

In Ghostface Killah's song Six Degrees, he raps about the gritty reality of life in Staten Island. He describes the dangerous thoughts and mind of a militia, as well as the broken bones and pillars that exist in the area. He references the love of razors and dirty guns with a few bodies, and how they teach people how to walk again from being shot. He also touches on the idea of six degrees of separation, as well as his evil third eye.


Ghostface Killah's lyrics also reference drug use, specifically dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar helping the medicine go down smoothly, and smoking the green deadly. He mentions 2Pac's return and his own Glock being fat. He raps about watching the movie Juice and blocking the flat screen while goons bag up drugs in the living room. He describes pistol in designer pants and discontinued stacks of cash. He ends with references to gambling, big tittied women, Clark shoes, and scientific stem cells.


One of the interesting facts about this song is that it features guest vocals from Trife Da God and Mr. Maygreen. Another fact is that the title of the song, Six Degrees, is a reference to the idea that everyone in the world is separated by six degrees of separation. Ghostface Killah also samples the beat from the song "In My Life" by The Beatles. He also references 2Pac's return, which was a reference to theories and rumors that he faked his own death. The line about "bottles of the 150" is a reference to 150-proof alcohol. The third verse about "chalking that money on the ground" and "UPS, Fedex" is referencing drug dealers using packaging services to ship their drugs. The line about "TiVo the World Series" references a popular DVR service. Finally, Ghostface Killah references Notorious B.I.G. when he raps "you better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost."


As for the chords for Six Degrees, no official chord sheet is available as this is a rap song with a sampled beat.


Line by Line Meaning

Dangerous thoughts, mind of a militia
I have violent, revolutionary thoughts and a mindset similar to that of a militia.


Bottles of the 150 poured over twistas
I drink expensive 150 proof alcohol while partying with my friends.


Broken bones and pillars, Staten Island the illest
Staten Island is filled with violence and destruction.


The biggest land fillers, we creep like caterpillars
We occupy Staten Island and move stealthily, like caterpillars.


Love razors, dirty guns with a few bodies
I carry dangerous weapons, including guns that have killed people.


Teach niggas how to walk again from the fucking shotty
I have the power to shoot someone and cause them to lose use of their legs, a horrific injury that I can inflict on others.


Sixth sense, six pack, six degrees of separation
I have a heightened sense of intuition and am surrounded by my crew with whom I am only six degrees removed from any other person on the planet.


My evil 3rd eye blinks with no hesitation
I have a dark side to me that I act on without hesitation.


Dustbags, spoonfuls of sugar help the medi
I use small amounts of sugar to help take drugs and cope with the negative effects of addiction.


Go down smooth and steady, blowing the green deadly
Marijuana is my drug of choice and I can consume it without issue.


Hen weed pops, isolated of hash bricks
I consume Hennessy and marijuana together and keep my hash separate from other drugs.


Needle left stuck in his arm, died of a bad fix
Someone overdosed and died from a poorly-made drug mixture.


We still rock, still dry drawers on the stove
We still cook and deal drugs to make money, drying out our product on the stove.


Got bread from back in the days, it's growing some mold
I have old, expired money that I've held onto for a long time, and it's starting to feel outdated.


2Pac's back, my Glock's fat
I feel empowered and emboldened by the memory of 2Pac and carry a large gun.


After the gun smoke, you screaming, where my block at?
After a violent encounter, people are left wondering where their friends or team are.


Both hands crusty, need a little lotion
I need moisturizer because my hands are dry.


That shit don't matter when I mix the color ocean
I feel powerful and in control despite my physical appearance and use of drugs.


Smoking on potent, goons bagging up in the living room
I'm smoking powerful marijuana while my associates are bagging up or measuring out other drugs in the living room.


Blocking the flat screen while I'm watching Juice
Other people are blocking my view of the TV while I try to watch a movie called Juice.


Move your big ass head, my favorite part's on
I want others to move so I can have a clear view of a particular scene in the movie Juice.


Q and the DJ battle, move or I scratch you
I get territorial and aggressive about my music choices, even with my friends.


95, sh-95 on the coffee table
I have drugs, possibly crack cocaine or other drug paraphernalia, displayed on a coffee table.


Got them selling dimes still shiny as a nickel
I'm still selling small amounts of drugs and making money from it, even though it's worth very little.


Pistol in designer pants, shoeboxes in bedrooms
I carry my gun in my designer clothing and store other ammunition in shoeboxes inside my home.


Some got stacks but most discontinued
Some of my associates have a lot of money, but most of them don't and have had previous sources of income shut down.


What's on the menu? Eat a rapper like butternut squash
I am going to destroy a rapper, much like I would eat and destroy a butternut squash.


Bark on a nigga with the blade out
I am going to attack someone with a knife.


Run up in your safehouse, how ironic
I am going to invade someone's safe place, which is ironically not safe anymore.


Knock a ring on a nigga like somebody hit Sonic
I am going to violently attack someone so hard that it leaves a mark or causes physical damage, like hitting Sonic the Hedgehog in a video game.


Smoking on chronic feeling like Nostradamic
I feel like a prophet or psychic while I smoke marijuana.


See dying in your future, nigga I promise
I can sense and predict death, and make a promise or guarantee that someone will die.


Vomit colors seven series, TiVo the World Series
I am so high or drugged out that I feel nauseous and am seeing strange colors, but am still watching the World Series on TiVo.


About to miss the game hitting sevens on the slot machine
I am so caught up in gambling and playing slot machines that I am about to miss an important part of the World Series.


Dice game, vice daughter, drunk driving in the Charger
I am engaging in various illegal activities such as gambling, spending time with a prostitute, and driving under the influence of alcohol in a Dodge Charger.


With a big titty bitch looking like Toccara
I am spending time with a woman with large breasts, who looks like the model Toccara Jones.


I don't know what you know But if you know what I know, you better get ghost 'fore I get Ghost
I am aware of certain information, and if others are aware of what I am aware of, they need to get away from me in order to protect themselves from what I might do to them.


Ayyo what up son, they chalking that money on the ground shit UPS, Fedex, I deliver the pound shit
I am involved in moving drugs and delivering large quantities of narcotics to different locations.


Raw dog, my hood's like crazy 80's stamp bag Stapleton niggas keep they guns in strip bags
I am from a violent neighborhood where danger is abundant, and people store their guns in small bags for easy access.


Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags Skinny or big jeans, niggas they still sag
People in my community wear specific clothing items, such as doo-rags and specific colored flags. They also wear various sizes of baggy jeans which have become a common trend.


Brag about 2 chains, 4 chains, 6 chains Spread eagle bitches in the crib giving brain
People around me brag about owning and wearing multiple chains and having sexual encounters with women in their homes.


Still keep them Clarks crispier than printed money And the Champion gear that I rock? Will hide my face for me
I take care of my Clarks shoes so that they always look fresh and clean, even more so than counterfeit money. I also wear Champion clothing to obscure my identity and keep myself hidden.


Mask down, .357 and the box of shells Seville dead-arm the kid in the stairwell
I am carrying a powerful gun and ammunition, and have used them before to shoot and kill someone in a stairwell.


Stem cell, my niggas is scientific We make crumbs and wax, the THCC is prolific
We are skilled at manipulating and creating drugs, such as marijuana wax, through scientific methods and experimentation.


Fruitful, my Clan bundle cash like Pablo Bank in the Caymans, stash-houses out in Cabo
My crew is very successful and earns a lot of money, like the notorious drug lord Pablo Escobar. We also have offshore bank accounts and secret locations for storing our drugs.




Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Adam King Feeney, Matthew Tavares, Chester Hansen, Alexander Sowinski, Danny Sewell, Wayne Gordon

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