Threat - 4-Deep lyrics

Let it rain, let it drip, damn them n***as 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 a** 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 PDk**er, cause if you ain't my friend Youse a foe, and I'mma let you know that I'm from That big bad mad-a** 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'mma 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' n***as, three straps, where these hoes at? Lookin for some trouble just bust a n***a bubble They wanna unite, but the system's too tight, so Let these n***as 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 f** with the young buck With the dum dum tips, that's right, they hurt like a b**h Suspects headin West, L.A. Zoo next exit Damn right baby, I s** 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 a** to sleep {*clip loads*, *test shots fired*} can't sleep Cause n***as don't know how to act like they momma's on crack sh** they got so bad {*car peels*} much worse than all these hearses d**h 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 a** up knock knock who is it? The Big Bad Wolf come to pay your a** 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 a** be tied To the bumper, and drug down the street fo' deep {*scratched: "one spot on to the next spot"} Fo' deep.. fo' deep..