24 Deep - Brotha Lynch Hung: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

Brotha Lynch Hung

24 Deep

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24 Deep은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1993년 1월 1일일에 RBC Records에서 발매되었습니다.24 Deep

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발매일1993년 1월 1일

라벨RBC Records

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Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung

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Kevin Mann

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[Verse 1]

Strikin' through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth

The **** with the rep of atheismistic doubt

Rippin' the label off the 4-0, based on the fact

I got respect for my dead folks, props for my **** locs

187's in the hood, I can't say shit

One-time thinkin' it was premeditated

I could eat a view from the deuce-fo' block

40 in my mind, makin' me think I'm gon' get shot

In deuce-fo' deep, the **** with the sickness

A **** with hella enemies, always cool and 86'd

**** from the hood ended up provin' they was a snitch

Fuck it, created the X-Raided, now I'm tryin' 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

**** run up every day, wantin' 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, runnin' from who's-ever gun is aimin'

I'm all up in the middle of shit and ain't even claimin'

Tryin' to survive in the hood is hard enough

'Cause them **** already thinkin' I'm claimin' Creek Mobb

Trippin' on gettin' snuffed by the view, smoke in the Gardens

Stayin' out the creek, 'cause it's hot and hella hard to get

A dub up without gettin' caught, and them **** know it

Drinkin' that 4-0 ounce, in case I'm shot, I wanna be drunk

And don't feel it, that ****, that **** 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 ****, slang

[Verse 2]

Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off

Voices in my head, tellin' me, "****, that's fucked up"

X is doin' time, so he can't get got, but now I'm

Livin' up in the deuce and I can still get shot

So I'mma slang 'em, slang 'em like a motherfuckin' half-ounce

Trippin' off the four ounce, the four to the fuckin' ounce

To the bounce, every gat, but I'ma still put some work in

Wearin' black in the deuce, a **** lurkin', full of juice

Bought from the wretched, the X-Raided, settin' 'em flex

Waited, that **** had to murder before he made it

Now he's doin' thirty to death row

He said he always wanted the devil to have his soul

Young ****, I wish I coulda told him what was up

Fuckin' with the so-called devil will get you fucked

I woulda told him, that ****, he killin' the bitches all the time

But never knew that **** would murder and try to ditch a crime

I never knew, I heard of a **** 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 makin' criminals, that ****, that nightmare critical

That **** that lynched, that critical criminal hinges on the loose

So whether or not you think I'm down, I got the juice

Now all I need is a motherfuckin' Glock, D

Up in the block and in the Creek, livin' 24 deep

[Verse 3]

Droppin' it like this, sittin' in the crib, 12 o'clock

Half-lit, lookin' for a Glock, so I stop

By the phone, it's ringin' and I wanted a gat

It's X-Raided, he made it to the hood, ****, where you at?

That **** 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 motherfuckin' psycho from the deuce

And all my other **** got the same juice

But when it comes to trustin' ****, I can't fade it

Frontin' **** like a game, so I played it

Half-dead fools got me gang-related

A new **** wanna kill me every day, shit

For every **** that pull a Glock on me

I'm not dyin', ****, that's not gon' be

I keep tryin' to get myself up out this shit

But all the **** I know still gon' be claimin' me Crip

I'm not trippin', whenever they want the flow, they go

My **** all know the antidote'll be smokin' a ****'s dome

So until I die, that's how it's gon' be, in the blocc

24th Street, ****, livin' 24 deep

Written by: Kevin Mann

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