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gucci mane - 2 deep lyrics

[hook-waka flocka flame]
g-r-o-v-e street, b-l-o-o-d we too deep
don’t get your -ss beat
don’t get your -ss beat
g-r-o-v-e street, b-l-o-o-d we too deep (yg hootie my n-gg-)
don’t get your -ss beat (i’mma beat the sh-t outta one of you lil n-gg-s, that’s on everything)
don’t get your -ss beat (don’t get to playin’ with me n-gg-, on bompton)

[verse 1-yg hootie]
yg, look, look
2 of my n-gg-s in the two door, stuntin’
b-tch n-gg- mad cause i’m f-cking his woman
get your -ss beat, put to sleep
dub sd gang, we too deep
was popping caps on grove street
i’m smoking kush, it feel like bompton
b-mping my wave, i stay popping
he was hating yg so i had to sock him (west gang)
central ave., parmalee
guns ring out like a harmony
1-4-2, 1-3-4
she f-ck the best? i think so
she think so, we so on
beat your -ss like a tyson highlight
i ride on you that’s my type
the gang life, that’s my life

[verse 2-p. smurf]
bright red flag, i’m a figueroa n-gg-
[?] over this green, just like my grove n-gg-s
f-ck a job, get that sh-t over the stove n-gg-
smell of blow on my m-th-f-cking clothes n-gg-
grind all day, party all night
canary yellow diamonds, ferrari all white
they say that boy a k!ller, to me he all right
that n-gg- ain’t got it all, sh-t we just alike

[hook-waka flocka flame]
g-r-o-v-e street, b-l-o-o-d we too deep
don’t get your -ss beat
don’t get your -ss beat
g-r-o-v-e street, b-l-o-o-d we too deep
don’t get your -ss beat
don’t get your -ss beat

[verse 3-slim dunkin]
i ain’t no vegetarian, b-tch i like the beef
put your lips on the curb, make you bite the streets
cut your f-cking ankles off if i like your sneaks
put your -ss on the mud, like some nike cleats (lets go)
quit acting before i put you in the trunk dummy
better break fast before i take your lunch money
you had a good show, them goons had to clap ya
i ain’t want your b-tch, she got a [?]

[verse 4-lil capp]
see i came to the club on that bullsh-t
my partner outside with a full clip
and that b-tch hold 100 you don’t want to fight
cause after we beat your -ss you gone lose your life
so let that sh-t go, p-ssy tuck that pride in
cause when your n-gg-s sleeping, my n-gg-s ride in
grove street k!llers, my n-gg-s wilding
the chopper hanging on my shoulder like a violin

[verse 5-gucci mane]
brick squad so deep, its a privilege to speak
all my fans say “whats up?” and my [?] meet in greece
living [?], code name: m-th-f-ckit
2 bloods in a bucket, 78 cutl-ss
monsters, monsters, gucci mane’s a munstar
ttg, is the t-tle of my young stars
i’m the man of the south, you can call me [?]
1017 brick boyz, mac-11s

[verse 6-frenchie]
p-i-r-u, your own sides [?] i’ll buy you
3 n-gg-s in the back of the g ride, thats how we ride
i’m a threat on the east side
black panther with no peace sign
b-tch i’m bossing out, look how fast i reach mine
the only thing hanging, is the pants on you
knock you out, you’d swear i had ciara’s feet dancing on you
all my n-gg-s trained to go, strapped from head to toe
players stunt man, and i’ll put shawty lo

[verse 7-iceburgandy]
blood tell em where you from, west side englewood
go and tell em your name, iceburgandy from neighborhood
clip hanging out my pocket like a [?]
my flag dark red, like a brick wall
englewood avenue, our parties like grove street
i’m a young head, respected like an og
i ain’t scared of sh-t, look up in my eyes
i push the line, i think i’m suge in 1995

[verse 8-wood da kid]
first rule never ride if that n-gg- snitching (yes)
they going find him in the lake, while them boys fishing (grrr)
you just a p-wn to wooh da king, play your position
hole just too big, ain’t no need for st-tching
w-o-o-h d-a k-i-n-g, yeah he’s super straight (yes, yes)
taliban, hit squad busting on the grove
come and holla at the king, i can get it sold

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