N 2 Deep

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht | Scarface] Geah What up, niggas? (Ha-ha-ha, what's up, nigga?) The Compton psycho is back Stompin' this shit for the nine-deuce (Yeah) And check this out My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house Been walking down the block, with a pocket full of rocks, ha-ha-ha What up, Eiht? And we 'bout to drop some gangsta shit (Word up) (Rap on) [Verse 1: MC Eiht] I guess it's true what they say When you're too far gone ain't no turning back And coming from the Compton mack, that's a fuckin' fact Livin' in the city where bitches won't Give up the pussy for free, so a nigga don't So here's my story, another story about a nigga Who lives his life by the fuckin' trigger Gotta get my serve on, nigga, you don't hear me though Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0 First I hit the Ides and get pumped up Now I'm rollin' in the car kinda slumped up I pop the glove box, then I reach the block Then I plug your ass in the chest with the Glock And that's how the shits get done I guess I'm a motherfuckin' nigga on the run But I won't let them take me alive, so I don't sleep 'Cause, geah, I'm in too deep [Interlude: Scarface] Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, in too deep Ain't no turnin' back Cock up your motherfuckin' gauge (Rap on) [Verse 2: Scarface] Mister Mister Scarface for the nine-deuce Niggas pack a .9, fuck you, bitch, I pack a .9, too Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts You point your shit, I point my shit, come nigga, now let's check nuts Born a hustler, raised a hustler, never gonna stop, trick Buck a hustler, motherfucker, boy, you better die, bitch Found myself a buster, had the boy front me an O.Z Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole ki' Now he's got some niggas trying to ball 'Face Time to go to work, need some back, better call Eiht Call my nigga up, kicked the fundamentals Two-way ticket, 3 o'clock, continental Eiht rolled in with the motherfuckin' task force Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport Niggas don't ever fuck with me 'Cause I'm a nigga who plays the game for keeps Drop you on your ass with the quickness, 'cause I'm in too deep [Interlude: MC Eiht] Geah The criminals is in the motherfuckin' house (Rap on) [Verse 3: MC Eiht] Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin' Got the Glocks all cocked, let the fools keep coming Scarface got the motherfuckin' pump under the seat So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked, geah The mad man with nuttin' to lose So you better bring your strap or catch the blues And um, or get served like a damn clucker, sucker Or in the end be a short motherfucker Now them one-times is all on my back and Heard that Eiht and Scarface peeled the cap and They wanna gaffle us up, but it's a shame Can't fade the best from Compton and the Midwest So watch your back when the niggas step 'Cause the scene that what's left is your whole family's death And fool don't sleep 'Cause sorry motherfucker, we in too deep [Outro: MC Eiht] Geah, in your shit for the nine-deuce MC Eiht in the motherfuckin' house, with my nigga Scarface and shit DJ Slip in the motherfuckin' house And we killin' the shit off, geah, ha-ha-ha-ha Geah