Текст песни 24 Deep - Brotha Lynch Hung
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
gang-bang
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'ma
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'ma
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
motherfuckin'
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,
twelve
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
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