24 deep

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

drinkin' while i'm sittin' in my room with the lights off

voices in my head

tellin' me

nigga