Strikin' through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth

The n***a with the rep 4571,-219)of atheismistic doubt

Rippin' the label off the 4-0 based on the fact

I got respect for my dead folks props for my n***a 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 n***a with the sickness

A n***a with hella enemies always cool and 86

Niggas from the hood ended up provin' they was a snitch

F**k it created the X-Raided now I'm tryin' to get rich

Ain't that a b***h That snitch nothin' nothin'

Motherf**kers 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 motherf**ker flow and then some

Win some lose some like a 50510,-58)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

Trickin' that 4-0 ounce in case I'm shot I wanna be drunk

And don't feel it that n***a that n***a 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 n***a slang

Drinkin' while I'm sittin' in my room with the lights off

Voices in my head tellin' me "Nigga that's f**ked up "

X is doin' time so we 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 motherf**kin' half-ounce

Trippin' off the four ounce the four to the f**kin' ounce

To the bounce every gat but I'ma still put some work in

Wearin' black in the deuce a n***a lurkin' full of juice

Bought from the wretched the X-Raided settin' 'em flex

Waited that n***a 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 n***a I wish I coulda told him what was up

F**kin' with the so-called devil will get you f**ked

I woulda told him that n***a he killin' the bitches all the time

But never knew that n***a would murder and try to ditch a crime

I never knew I heard of a n***a that snitched but now the sign

Is every fool that deals with the 156541,-269)devil is through

Me I'm a psycho me Mama might go ill when she find out

Her baby's makin' criminals that n***a that mic' man critical

That n***a 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 motherf**kin' Glock D

Up in the block and in the Creek livin' 24 deep

Droppin' it like this sittin' in the crib 12 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 n***a where you at

That n***a 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 motherf**kin' 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 n***a wanna kill me every day shit

For every n***a that pull a Glock on me

I'm not dyin' n***a 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 block

24th Street n***a livin' 24 deep