Letras
Geah...wutup niggas
The compton cyco is back
In your shit for the nine deuce
And check this out
My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin house
And we bout to drop some gangsta shit
I guess its true what they say
When your 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 trigga.
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 mutherfuckin 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.
In too deep, ain't no turnin back.
Cock up your mutherfuckin gauge.
Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce,
Niggas pack a nine, fuck you bitch I pack a nine too.
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts,
You point your shit, I pull my shit, come nigga now lets check nuts.
Born a hustla, raised a hustla, never gonna stop trick.
Buck a hustla, mutherfucker boy, you better die bitch.
Found myself a busta, had the boy front me an Oz.
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key.
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 fundementals.
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental.
Eiht rolled in with the mutherfuckin 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.