Officially Deep - Listen Up Cats

Kwik Bone:
Yo, its a wrong choice to fuck with me i agree, come and get busted by the mvp, a sick nigga, real nigga, on trigga to put you on ya back from the grave digga, no bluffin in my town, we ain't afraid to lay em down, gunshot sounds, then ya clique in the ground, now ya breathin is goin quiet, better off yet, now ya dieing, time to get paid, so we go on a raid, we be stealin and breakin ya shit, pocket that dough ya got under ya matress, live life in da dangerzone, a ghost speakin on his own, bitch i always rep da chrome, wrappin and sendin em on there way home, if ya crew flex, all im sayin while im sprayin, is whos next? i get rid of kids, pumpin when i go buckin, you best be duckin, or see my lead commin

Chorus:
So listen up cats, instead of being nice, i got nine bullets, for each of ya nine lives

Slikk-C:
Listen up cats, I got gats and bats to leave a nigga's brain flat, I spit flows that make you shiver, quicker to deliver and put your body in a river, how about that? Fuck with double k, ask another nigga, saw my gun play, I let him live just to steal his shit another day. Quick to make my gun blast, leave a nigga part of the past, in my path, a bloodbath, for all of the rap cats that spit false shit, nigga pass that. I got a shiny wrist, i make you fall flat when my gat split your wig and hit you where you wear your cap fit, left em with his blood drip, Reefah in my system, I laugh if you thought I missed him. Limpin home, split domes with my chrome, hot, that nigga was dead wrong, peace to Big L, we sendin niggas hoppin home...Well, you may have 9 lives, but I got the guts to take a fags life, cus i'm mad nice, kill niggas strictly with my mac spice...

Kwik Bone:
You know i can some up, my life with just one buck, holdin this pimp cup, fluid keepin me steady, hittin yo posse and leavin em rotten, dead in my chevy, a twevle guage is carried, you know there souls they cant parry, i hit em first, put cha in the dirt, to show you what chu worth, testing anyone that threats, brain split in a moment, curb painted red from your chest, my weapon is kept, and my burna never repents, hit my nigga up on the call and collect, put cha life in jep, run up the streets on the daily check, with my daily tech, all these niggaz just failures yet

Slikk-C:
I'm from the 208 where if you violate you get fed on a plastic plate to dogs that haven't ate for days. C is the last to laugh, me and Kwik is goin' back to back, Merville, where the shootouts are known to get real ill with the smell of hot steal in the air make men cry tears of fear. I robbed the boogie man I broke his hands and made do a dance before I broke his legs and split his head 3 ways, real pain, make a nigga walk strange. Some say I'm derranged for the way I use slang and blow brains, kinda strange..

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