Brotha Lynch Hung - 24 Deep lyrics

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 gangbang
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'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'mma 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 motherfuccin' 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, 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, 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