Too Deep to Breathe

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yo, Scarecrow This the last mothafuckin' song on the tape So we gotta drop some old laid back, pimp ass shit You know what I'm sayin'? For all them real mothafuckin' gangstas [Verse 1: DJ Paul] Smokin' on them hotsticks, got me fucked up in the brain Bumpin' that DJ Paul 15 and smokin' that real shit got me insane 'Cause when I mix the Triple 6 with that fuckin' pipe I turn a nice silent night into a deadly fright night My eyes get red, I start lookin' at my fat Glock And then I look at the Scarecrow I wanna shoot him in his face spot I don't know what I'm doin', I start prayin' to myself The first power gave my life, but I'ma give myself my death I put the Glock to my head, but first I take another puff My whole life is passin' by My past life is filled with crazy stuff The shit I did in the past make me really wanna go Shit like shootin' on these bustas Whippin' and talkin' about these ho's 'Cause when I get full of dope, I'm runnin' through anything And I stay high because I'm smokin' on that weed, mane But, for the '94, all these bustas I done seen Constantly shootin' and kickin', it's too deep for you to breathe, breathe [Chorus: Spice-1] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And, Rat-a-tat-tat-tat, came my techs from the bushes (I blast with no heart) I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga Do- do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on [Verse 2: Lord Infamous, DJ Paul, Both] Scope from the eyes, 'til there's nothin' but some suds Stayin' on my toes, 'cause if I slip, I'm catchin' slugs I'm not really fucked up about gettin' my ass put behind bars 'Cause nowadays, niggas try to pull ho cards Gotta have steel, gotta keep steel, that's real, see 'Cause these niggas wanna be like Menace II Society Always gotta have they ass deep in some fuckin' dirt Tryna spill blood on a niggas mothafuckin' shirt The search, for underground artillery distribution Packed like sardines in a criminal institution Talk plenty crazy shit when standin' with they homies Busta type bitches, mane, these niggas so damn phony Need to sit they ass somewhere up in a damn library Sideline suckas, know what I'm sayin'? Strictly commentary But the Scarecrow keep somethin' up his sleeve Damn, fool, you don't know? it's too deep for you to breathe [Chorus: Spice-1] I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And, do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm-I'm sick up in the game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts And do a-do a 187 with this bloody Jason mask on I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts A-AK blast on that ass if in my way, A-AK I'm-I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts A-AK blast on that ass if in my way I'm sick up in this game, I'll take no mothafuckin' shorts AK, AK blast on that ass if in my way, nigga