Текст (слова) песни: Threat - 4-Deep

 
Let it rain, let it drip, damn them niggaz tripped 
on the turf, they gotta get us work 
We know where you stay, the homies don`t play 
You knew the consequences now your ass is hoppin fences 
Tryin to get away from the AK spray in the broad day 
Now they cross us out and put a K 
I`m still PDKiller, cause if you ain`t my friend 
youse a foe, and I`ma let you know that I`m from 
that big bad mad-ass Westside numero uno 
South Central, is ill mental 
Uhh, and all these new tribes tryin to hoo-ride 
We can`t be eighty-six, cause we from sixty-nine 
It`s just a fifteen minus ten with the S on the end 
for life, so do what you like 
But you better bomb first with the sleeper, uhh 
Cause I`ma blow you out your Converse sneakers-ah, so surprise! 
Punk is the ride, punk 
You thought your homey next to you made it to his trunk, uhh 
Light `em up like a candle, that`s right 
The scandal, vandal handle mines like a man doe 
Creep by the police, rollin fo` deep 
Playin low, cause I know they gon` stretch us if they catch us 
Up to Chiffaro(?) and away we go 
And I bet nobody bet` not get no less than the next 
Fo` niggaz, three straps, where these hoes at? 
Lookin for some trouble just bust a nigga bubble 
They wanna unite, but the system`s too tight, so 
let these niggaz know what that South Central like 
Don`t flag no flag cause all that`s drag 
Stay close to my holster had enough of these busters 
Teach `em not to fuck with the young buck 
with the dum dum tips, that`s right, they hurt like a bitch 
Suspects headin West, L.A. Zoo next exit 
Damn right baby, I sex it like I flex it 
Up jump the boogie got busy with them enemies 
Laugh when we serve `em, hit the corner swervin 
Headin down the backstreets, bumpin Black Sheep 
Stop and get a quart went home and took my ass to sleep 
 
{*clip loads*, *test shots fired*} can`t sleep 
cause niggaz don`t know how to act like they momma`s on crack 
Shit they got so bad {*car peels*} much worse than all these hearses 
Death toll went up crazy since 1980 
Hip-Hop, you don`t stop, close up shop 
or get the rope with the slipknot 
Hear the tick-tock wake your ass up knock knock who is it? 
The Big Bad Wolf come to pay your ass a visit 
Count to fifteen, I`m hearin si-rens 
Count to fifteen again more si-rens 
When will it cease they say everyday 
Not `til the mission is complete, rescued by the fleet 
From this Desert Storm, I can see his horns of 
usin heavy metal like the rest of these devils 
All these white sheets need they ass be tied 
to the bumper, and drug down the street fo` deep 
 
{*scratched: "one spot on to the next spot"} 
 
Fo` deep.. fo` deep..
 

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4-Deep
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