| We be 6 deep creepin'
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| In a Deville sittin' up on D’s with the suspension squeakin'
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| Got us some P, runnin' the D’s so we gon' smoke this weekend
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| I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin'
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| Bullets commense to skeetin'
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| Give my whole clique one reason
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| Why we shouldn’t slang crack and cocaine, nigga my pockets weak and
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| So I’mma bring in everythang, then my G’s ain’t eatin'
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| So the result is layin' you down with them Tec-9 bullets skeetin'
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| That’s all we know so that’s how we go grab the ski mask for disguisin'
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| Can’t let him see me cause he gon' know me and it’ll be too surprisin'
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| Fuck this nigga cause I’m ridin'
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| Tryin' to come up so quickly
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| No time to stall, lickin' 'em all, got a whole team that’s strictly
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| Ready to ball, stand up tall and they all move so swiftly
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| Them niggas ain’t scared, they do it for bread
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| See they gon' come go with me
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| Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose lead
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| And what do yo rhyme even matter
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| After you licked you ain’t worth shit we get what we got and we scatter |
| Back to the crib, divide this here, my pockets is gettin' fatter
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| Yours getting flatter
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| When you heard the glass shatter
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| That means me and my niggas done gathered
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| Now you bout to feel the wrath of
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| Somethin' that you wished you hadn’t of
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| And all I can say is back up because I’m bout to act up
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| I get the stash from the back from the move
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| I got a good alibi we could use
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| We took the dead bodies off in the pool
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| And put the gloves that we used in the stool
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| Shit, you gon' have to flush that too
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| Make sure that you see what you do
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| Cause if the PIG find out then we through
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| Then it’s off to the County for a few
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| But that’s not how the story is told
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| Shit, one of us gon' have to go
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| Cause if them PIG’s find out that we stole
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| We gon' have to bust back at them hoes
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| So get yo Glock ready to reload
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| Haul ass real fast not slow
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| Cause on the block is 3rd patrol and they’ll beat ya till yo body swole
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| We need to find somewhere to hide this dough
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| Shit, what about behind the school
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| We can come get it later on man just wait for the spot to cool |
| Got back get the money any way
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| Split it up, give them niggas about a eighth
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| I hid a couple G’s down by the lake
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| Hell yeah I got 'em but they’ll be straight
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| We be 6 deep creepin'
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| In a Deville sittin' up on D’s with the suspension squeakin'
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| Got us some P, runnin' them D’s so we gon' smoke this weekend
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| I’m with my G’s, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin'
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| Bullets commense to skeetin'
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| Give my whole clique one reason
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| Why we shouldn’t ride a car full of ki’s, we got children we feedin'
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| Comin' from Texas through New Orleans it gets thin and I’m lickin'
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| Mack 'em and leave, they gotta eat, either it’s grindin' or pimpin'
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| Never get caught slippin'
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| Need a Cadillac to dip in
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| Do you niggas wanna pitch in on a gallon of beer or hard gin
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| Getting drunk before we start lickin'
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| I know a nigga we can hit for 10 -10 ki’s in his grandma den
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| The back door finna get kicked in
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| It’s another way we can get in
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| Cut the roof cause it’s made out of tin
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| 4 niggas jumpin' out the shit then
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| 2 niggas in the car waitin' |
| Pitch black so we can’t see in
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| Get off my hip nigga stop pushin'
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| We get caught, we goin' straight to the Pen
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| One fluke, then we all turned in
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| Getting life for this Devilish sin
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| Move slow nigga so we can hear 'em
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| Where the flashlight so we can see 'em
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| If they woke then we gon' have to kill 'em
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| That ain’t the reason my folks came here
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| The old lady came out on the porch
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| Took her in the house, sit on the flo'
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| Man, what you came out here fo'
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| Now I’m gon' have to tie you with rope
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| We hit the safe then we up out the do'
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| We done got what we came here fo'
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| Crank up the car, move nigga, let’s go
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| I here (Whhooop!!) nigga there go the folks
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| Move slow, cut the clutch, let’s roll
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| I grab the dough then I hit the back road
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| I was high but now it’s low man somethin' told me to kill that ho
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| Runnin' through the woods, my feet got so'
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| Too damn dark, don’t know where to go
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| Smelled barbecue by Cassy’s store
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| Hit the train track by Smiley Co
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| Tryin' to get to my grandma’s house
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| Way on Goode Street, man that’s out |
| We 6 Deep, we look suspicious, man we need to spread out
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| Me and T runnin' side by side
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| Me and he, both of us so tired
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| Fly wide open through Cedar Park tryin' to see if we can find us a ride
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| Ain’t nobody standin' outside
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| Whole damn neighborhood too quiet
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| See the police so we still tryin' to hide
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| Cross Mobley Highway when they ride by
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| I — need somethin' I can try
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| I — see a nigga right now
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| Standin' up at Domino’s waitin' for his food outside
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| We — took that niggas Caprice
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| We — took that niggas supreme
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| Large pepperoni pizza, ham with extra cheese
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| If I’m liein' bitch I’m flyin'
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| We full plus we ridin'
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| 10 Ki’s in the trunk headed straight to Riverside
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| It’s time to get real shiesty now
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| A bag with 10 bricks
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| Me and G hid 4 and split 6 with the clique
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| Now we 2 deep creepin'
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| In a Caprice sittin' up on D’s with his music beatin'
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| Got us a trunk full of them Ki’s so we gon' cook this weekend
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| Bustin' them Ki’s down to O-Z's cause it’s cocaine season
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| So don’t get caught sleepin'
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| We be 2 deep creepin'
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| In a Caprice sittin' up on D’s with his music beatin' |
| Got us a trunk full of them Ki’s, we gon' cook this weekend
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| Bustin' them Ki’s down to O-Z's cause it’s cocaine season
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| So don’t get caught sleepin' |