Letras:
N2Deep Ya Gotta Go

tell them broads they gotta cut out (Hey man, they say they ain't goin nowhere till they hear you guys rap) Aight man, but we get done they gots to go

we go through I'm beatin ya brains Got some homies next do' and I picked up the Game While they knockin on the do' I get deep in ya dame Gotta charge

building, its okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go

okay I get it poppin' Back to the forest trees for deep, these little knees Who took believers an opportunity to breathe And you ain't gotta go overseas

papers in this world You might get your first snatch, before your eyes swerl Ya doing ya job, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn

t no problem, baby (bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go

y'all wouldn't even matter Scattered. Run for the border Your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking over I told ya

in ya Well I roll wid realer niggas Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground Lit 'em up to kill ya [Verse 2: Krayzie Bone] Them St. Claire thugs we love

my dummy rocks if I go broke Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2 [Layzie] Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic