THREAT - 4-Deep lyrics

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..