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Correct 24 Deep Lyrics
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Correct 24 Deep
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[Verse:] Strikin' through the Deuce wit the 40 in my mouth The nigga wit the rep of atheist, A mystique doubt Rippin' the label off the 4-0 Based on the fact I got respect for my dead folks Prop for my nigga loccs 187's in the hood, I can't say shit One time thinking it was premeditated I could E The View from the Deuce-Four Blocc 40 in my mind makin me think I'm gon' get shot In Deuce-Four Deep, The nigga wit the siccness A nigga wit a hella enimies, I was cool in 86' Niggaz from the hood ended up proven they was a snitch Fuck it, Created a X-Raided Now I'm tryin to get rich Ain't that a bitch, that snitch, none-a-nay Muthafuckaz mad cause they can't make tapes And I gotta get paid so I could buy my 4-0 To live the atheist life that I was brain-washed to know Niggaz run up everyday, Wantin to get sum 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 whose ever gun is aimin I'm all up in the middle of shit and aint even claimin Tryin to survive in the hood is hard enough Cause them niggas already thinking I'm claimin Creek Mobb Trippin on gettin snuffed by The View Smoked in the Gardens, Stayin out The Creek Cause it's hot and hella hard to get a dub off Without gettin caught and them niggaz know It Drinkin that 4-0 ounce in case I'm shot I wanna E drunk and don't feel it That nigga, That nigga, That raised the shit Raised wit 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 [Hook:] Based on the fact I put it on the muthafuckin Four (They know I'm crazy, But they just gettin convinced) [3X] Based on the fact I put it on the muthafuckin Four (Just another day In the life of a Psycho) [Verse 2:] 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 could still get shot So imma slang'em, Slang'em like a muthafuckin half-ounce Trippin off the 4 ounce, The 40 to fuckin ounce to the bounce And every cap but imma still put some work in Wearin black in the Deuce some nigga lurkin, full of juice Pump from the retch of the X-Raided Settin, the flex waited That 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 could of told him what was up Fuckin with the so-called devil will get you fucked I would of told him, "That nigga E killin the bitches all the time" "But never knew," "That nigga with murder would try to ditch a crime" "I never knew, I heard of a nigga that snitch" "But now the sign is every fool that deals with the devil is through" E I'm a psycho E, Momma might go yell when she find out Her baby's makin criminals That nigga, That nightmare critical That nigga, The Lynch That critical criminal hinge is on the loose So whether or not you think I'm down, I got the juice Now all I need is a muthafuckin Glock E up in the Blocc and in The Creek, Livin 24 Deep [Hook:] Based on the fact I put it on the muthafuckin Four (They know I'm crazy, But they just gettin convinced) [3X] Based on the fact I put it on the muthafuckin Four (Just another day In the life of a Psycho) [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 to gat It's X-Raided, He made it to the hood Nigga, Where you at? That nigga said, "Around the corner at the pay phone" "I got the dank, I got the crew and the nine chrome" "So it's on" Let it E known, I'm a muthafuckin psycho from the Deuce And all my other niggaz got the same juice But when it comes to trustin niggaz, I cant' fade it Frontin niggaz like a game, So I played it Half-Dead fools got me gang related A new nigga wanna kill me everyday, shit For every nigga that pulled a Glock on me I'm not dyin, nigga that's not gon' E I'm keep tryin to get myself up out this shit But all the niggaz I know Still gon' be claimin me Crip I'm not trippin Whatever they want to float their boat My niggaz'll know the antidote will E smoking a niggaz dome So until I die, That's how it's gon' E In the Blooc, 24th Street, nigga Livin 24 Deep
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