Brotha Lynch Hung 24 Deep Lyrics

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Strikin' through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth
The n____ 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 n____ locs
187's in the hood, I can't say s___
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 n____ with the sickness
A n____ with hella enemies, always cool and 86'd
n____s from the hood ended up provin' they was a snitch
f___ it, created the X-Raided, now I'm tryin' to get rich
Ain't that a b____? That snitch, nothin', nothin'
m_________ers 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
n____s run up every day, wantin' to get some
I told them who runs the m_________er flow and then some
Win some, lose some, like a nightmare
I got enough s___ 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 s___ and ain't even claimin'
Tryin' to survive in the hood is hard enough
'Cause them n____s 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 n____s know it
Trickin' that 4-0 ounce, in case I'm shot, I wanna be drunk
And don't feel it, that n____, that n____ that raised the s___
Raised a Crip, but really can't fade the s___ no more
But out of respect, I just can't g_______
I'm in it 24 deep, you got funk? Then n____, slang

[X-Raided's "f___in Wit a Psycho"]
("Based on the fact I put it on the m_________in' four...")
("They know I'm crazy, but they just didn't get convinced...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the m_________in' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the m_________in' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")
("Based on the fact I put it on the m_________in' four...")
("Just another day in the life of a psycho...")

[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off
Voices in my head, tellin' me, "n____, that's f___ed up!"
X is doin' time, so we 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 m_________in' half-ounce
Trippin' off the four ounce, the four to the f___in' ounce
To the bounce, every gat, but I'ma still put some work in
Wearin' black in the deuce, a n____ lurkin', full of juice
Bought from the wretched, the X-Raided, settin' 'em flex
Waited, that n____ 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 n____, I wish I coulda told him what was up
f___in' with the so-called devil will get you f___ed
I woulda told him, that n____, he killin' the b____es all the time
But never knew that n____ would murder and try to ditch a crime
I never knew, I heard of a n____ 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 n____, that mic' man critical
That n____ 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 m_________in' Glock, D
Up in the block and in the Creek, livin' 24 deep

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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, n____, where you at?
That n____ 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 m_________in' psycho from the deuce
And all my other n____s got the same juice
But when it comes to trustin' n____s, I can't fade it
Frontin' n____s like a game, so I played it
Half-dead fools got me gang-related
A new n____ wanna kill me every day, s___
For every n____ that pull a Glock on me
I'm not dyin', n____, that's not gon' be
I keep tryin' to get myself up out this s___
But all the n____s I know still gon' be claimin' me Crip
I'm not trippin', whenever they want the flow, they go
My n____s all know the antidote'll be smokin' a n____'s dome
So until I die, that's how it's gon' be, in the block
24th Street, n____, livin' 24 deep