Brotha Lynch Hung — 24 Deep

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Strikin’ through the deuce with a 40 in my mouth The nigga with the rep of atheismistic doubt Rippin’ the label off the 4−0, based on the fact I got respect for my dead folks, props for my nigga 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 nigga with the sickness A nigga with hella enemies, always cool and 86’d Niggas from the hood ended up provin’ they was a snitch Fuck it, created the X-Raided, now I’m tryin’ to get rich