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24 Deep
(专辑: 24 Deep - 1993)
Striking through the
deuce with a
40 in my mouth The
nigga with the
rep of atheismistic doubt Ripping the
label off the
4-0, based on the
fact I
got respect for my dead folks, props for my nigga locs 187's in the
hood, I
can't say shit One-time thinking it was premeditated I
could eat a
view from the
deuce-fo' block 40 in my mind, making me think I'm gon' get shot In deuce-fo' deep, the
nigga with the
sickness A
nigga with hella enemies, always cool and 86'd Niggas from the
hood ended up proving they was a
snitch Fuck it, created the
X-Raided, now I'm trying to get rich Ain't that a
bitch? That snitch, nothing, nothing Motherfuckers mad cause they can't make tapes And I
gotta get paid, so I
can buy my 4-0 To live the
atheist life that I
was brainwashed to know Niggas run up every day, wanting to get some I
told them who runs the
motherfucker flow and then some Win some, lose some, like a
nightmare I
got enough shit on my mind, I
just can't care I'm on the
run, running from who's-ever gun is aiming I'm all up in the
middle of shit and ain't even claiming Trying to survive in the
hood is hard enough Cause them niggas already thinking I'm claiming Creek Mobb Tripping on getting snuffed by the
view, smoke in the
Gardens Staying out the
creek, cause it's hot and hella hard to get A
dub up without getting caught, and them niggas know it Drinking that 4-0 ounce, in case I'm shot, I
wanna be drunk And don't feel it, that nigga, that nigga that raised the
shit Raised a
Crip, but really can't fade the
shit no more But out of respect, I
just can't gangbang I'm in it 24 deep, you got funk? Then nigga, slang ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life of a
psycho...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life of a
psycho...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life of a
psycho...") Drinking while I'm sitting in my room with the
lights off Voices in my head, telling me, "Nigga, that's fucked up!" X
is doing time, so he can't get got, but now I'm Living up in the
deuce and I
can still get shot So I'mma slang 'em, slang 'em like a
motherfucking half-ounce Tripping off the
four ounce, the
four to the
fucking ounce To the
bounce, every gat, but I'mma still put some work in Wearing black in the
deuce, a
nigga lurking, full of juice Bought from the
wretched, the
X-Raided, setting 'em flex Waited, that nigga had to murder before he made it Now he's doing 30 to death row He said he always wanted the
devil to have his soul Young nigga, I
wish I
coulda told him what was up Fucking with the
so-called devil will get you fucked I
woulda told him, that nigga, he killing the
bitches all the
time But never knew that nigga would murder and try to ditch a
crime I
never knew, I
heard of a
nigga that snitched, but now the
sign Is every fool that deals with the
devil is through Me, I'm a
psycho, me Mama might go ill when she find out Her baby's making criminals, that nigga, that mic' man critical That nigga that lynched, that critical criminal hinges on the
loose So whoever I
knocked, you think I'm down, I
got the
juice Now all I
need is a
motherfuccing Glock, D
Up in the
block and in the
Creek, living 24 deep ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life of a
psycho...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life of a
psycho...") ("Based on the
fact I
put it on the
motherfucking four...") ("Just another day in the
life...") Dropping it like this, sitting in the
crib, 12 o'clock Half-lit, looking for a
Glock, so I
stop By the
phone it's ringing and I
wanted a
gat It's X-Raided, he made it to the
hood, nigga, where you at? That nigga said, "'Round the
corner at the
pay phone" "I got the
dank, I
got the
crew and the
nine, loc, you know it's on" Let it be known, I'm a
motherfucking psycho from the
deuce And all my other niggas got the
same juice But when it comes to trusting niggas, I
can't fade it Fronting niggas like a
game, so I
played it Half-dead fools got me gang-related A
new nigga wanna kill me every day, shit For every nigga that pull a
Glock on me I'm not dying, nigga, that's not gon' be I
keep trying to get myself up out this shit But all the
niggas I
know still gon' be claiming me Crip I'm not tripping, whenever they want the
flow, they go My niggas all know the
antidote'll be smoking a
nigga's dome So until I
die, that's how it's gon' be, in the
blocc 24th Street, nigga, living 24 deep
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