I used to push 24 Deep in '92 like c**aine
Had them gangsta n***az railed up doin' it wit no name
Stayin' at the roach motel 2 for 2 chesse hamburger deals
Doin' shows in broke down clubs just to get a meal
Imma keep it real it was all sk**z that payed your bills
And the fact that you don't pay n***az that sh** going to get you k**ed
But don't worry about me partna
Like I said I'm already dead I hold this infared point blank range steadily at your head
Cuz I'm a blocc n***a you know what happens when you fucc wit us
We cut your tongues off switch n***az and stuff bloody'em up(bloody'em up)
Run up in the cut and fucc it rough you up and put you up
These broke n***az don't give a mothafucc
I want that meal ticket and we'll never kicc it cuz you funny styles
Still won't fucc wit you even if you gave me my money now
Funny how ridaz get bought up you about to get caught up like Bo King
You be gettin' n***az thats why you got no team
[Chorus]
Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (1)
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast off (2) (X2)
[Verse 2]
I was young dumb full of cum full of O.E. and Rum
Spittin' chunccs of meat all heat
Always givin' where I from in every verse 24 Blocc like I don't give a fucc
Suppose to be in the studio but I'm somewhere drunk fuccin' up
Blacc Too Short I ain't trippin'
Used to be a record thing now it's a new sport put your clip in
I heard you be dreamin' about n***az in ski masks with bottles of blacc mola**es
Ran up your pad quicc woke your a** up wit the magnum
I could of been platnium a loc went bad when you jacc'd him
You get'em old like Carl Weathers you ain't got no Action Jackson
I'm mirror watchin' when I'm paccin' n***a give me my sh**
You the type of n***a that pay for hits I don't pay for sh**
Cuz I'm broke you wanted it that why for some reason
Couldn't find you for nuttin' ever since I did Season Of Da Sicc
Picc'em off like Deion everything you see me on
Is stolin' in your life pure witta colon serious until it's over
Imma always be at that a** witta butcher knife
Askin' where you put your wife and why did I took your life
Houses got bought up you about to get caught like Bo King
You begettin' n***az thats why you got no team
[Chorus]
Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers
Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast of (1) (X2)
So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (2)
[Verse 3]
sh** is gettin' to the point where imma smash on everbody
And it's gettin' to the point where I don't fucc wit nobody
Beleive it I tucc the ol' shotty in the glove compartment
Hit the town in????????????? if he start sh**
I spark sh** that heat you up cool you off sh**
Those old joints you remakin' homes imma get my profit
We struggle for years on the???? we can rap it out
If you????? shows I pull the tec and take you out
It the cut and lay low until I get my sh**
Interrupt your day with fadeo'z put 44 holes in your windpipe
They know i'm sicca than sicc when i split your sh** leave you coughin' up liver bits
Fuccin' n***az to get your grip it aint safe
n***a where was you faith we could of blow up
You better watch how you do stuff
Can't wait fot the new stuff it's called Lynch By Inch
I put your b**h on the ground I say wheres the money
Swiss count b**h damn that n***a tryin' to get me for my papers
Bam,hit her witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
So fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off
(Chorus)
Damn,n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers(1,2,3,5)
Damn, that n***az tryin' to sticc me for my papers(4)
Bam,hit'em witta enough lead got away wit the caper
Ran too the 1964 and smashed off
Fucc your record company I'm about to blast of (1)(3)(5)
So Fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (2)
ni**a Fucc your record company Imma 'bout to blast off (4) X5