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brotha lynch hung – 24 deep lyrics

[verse 1]
strikin’ through the deuce wit the 40 in my mouth
the n-gg- 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 n-gg- loccs
187’s in the hood, i can’t say sh-t
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 n-gg- wit the siccness
a n-gg- wit a h-lla enimies, i was cool in 86′
n-gg-z from the hood ended up proven they was a snitch
f-ck it, created a x-raided
now i’m tryin to get rich
ain’t that a b-tch, that snitch, none-a-nay
m-th-f-ckaz 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
n-gg-z run up everyday, wantin to get sum
i told them who runs the motherf-cker flow and then some
win some, lose some, like a nightmare
i got enough sh-t 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 sh-t and aint even claimin
tryin to survive in the hood is hard enough
cause them n-gg-s 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 h-lla hard to get a dub off
without gettin caught and them n-gg-z know it
drinkin that 4-0 ounce in case i’m shot
i wanna e drunk and don’t feel it
that n-gg-, that n-gg-, that raised the sh-t
raised wit crip but really can’t fade the sh-t no more
but out of respect, i just can’t g-ngb-ng
i’m in it 24 deep
you got funk? then n-gg-, slang

[hook]
based on the fact i put it on the m-th-f-ckin four
(they know i’m crazy, but they just gettin convinced)

[3x]
based on the fact i put it on the m-th-f-ckin 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 n-gg- that’s f-cked 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 m-th-f-ckin half-ounce
trippin off the 4 ounce, the 40 to f-ckin ounce to the bounce
and every cap but imma still put some work in
wearin black in the deuce some n-gg- 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 n-gg-, i wish i could of told him what was up
f-ckin with the so-called devil will get you f-cked
i would of told him,
“that n-gg- e killin the b-tches all the time”
“but never knew,”
“that n-gg- with murder would try to ditch a crime”
“i never knew, i heard of a n-gg- 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 n-gg-, that nightmare critical
that n-gg-, 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 m-th-f-ckin glock
e up in the blocc and in the creek, livin 24 deep

[hook]
based on the fact i put it on the m-th-f-ckin four
(they know i’m crazy, but they just gettin convinced)

[3x]
based on the fact i put it on the m-th-f-ckin 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
n-gg-, where you at?
that n-gg- 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 m-th-f-ckin psycho from the deuce
and all my other n-gg-z got the same juice
but when it comes to trustin n-gg-z, i cant’ fade it
frontin n-gg-z like a game, so i played it
half-dead fools got me gang related
a new n-gg- wanna kill me everyday, sh-t
for every n-gg- that pulled a glock on me
i’m not dyin, n-gg- that’s not gon’ e
i’m keep tryin to get myself up out this sh-t
but all the n-gg-z i know
still gon’ be claimin me crip
i’m not trippin
whatever they want to float their boat
my n-gg-z’ll know the antidote will e smoking a n-gg-z dome
so until i die, that’s how it’s gon’ e
in the blooc, 24th street, n-gg-
livin 24 deep

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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