24 Deep

Strikin' through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth The nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga with the sickness A nigga with hella enemies, always cool and 86'd Niggas 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, nothin', nothin' 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, 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 niggas 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 niggas know it Drinkin' 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 gang-bang I'm in it 24 deep, you got funk? Then nigga, slang Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life of a psycho Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life of a psycho Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life of a psycho Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off Voices in my head, tellin' me, "Nigga, 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'ma 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 nigga lurkin', full of juice Bought from the wretched, the x-raided, settin' 'em flex Waited, that nigga had to murder before he made it Now he's doin' 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 Fuckin' with the so-called devil will get you fucked I woulda told him, that nigga, he killin' 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 makin' 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 motherfuckin' Glock, d Up in the block and in the creek, livin' 24 deep Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convicted Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life of a psycho Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life of a psycho Based on the fact, I put it on the motherfuckin' four Just another day in the life- Droppin' it like this, sittin' in the crib, twelve 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, 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 motherfuckin' psycho from the deuce And all my other niggas got the same juice But when it comes to trustin' niggas, I can't fade it Frontin' 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 dyin', nigga, that's not gon' be I keep tryin' to get myself up out this shit But all the niggas I know still gon' be claimin' me crip I'm not trippin', whenever they want the flow, they go My niggas all know the antidote'll be smokin' a nigga's dome So until I die, that's how it's gon' be, in the blocc 24th Street, nigga, livin' 24 deep