N 2 Deep lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geah...wuttup n*ggas
The Compton psycho is back
In your sh*t for the nine-deuce
And check this out
My n*gga Scarface is in the motherf*ckin` house
And we bout to drop some gangsta sh*t

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I guess its true what they say
When your too far gone ain't no turning back
And coming from the Compton mack that's a f*ckin' fact
Livin' in the city where b*tches won't
Give up the pus*y for free so a n*gga don't
So here's my story. Another story about a n*gga
Who lives his life by the f*ckin' trigga
Gotta get my serve on, n*gga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0
First I hit the Ides and get pumped up
Now I'm rollin' in the car kinda slumped up
I pop the glove box, Then I reach the block
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the Glock
And that's how the sh*ts get done
I guess I'm a motherf*ckin' n*gga on the run
But I won't let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
Cuz, geah, I'm in too deep
[Scarface: talking]
In too deep, ain't no turnin back
c*ck up your mutherf*ckin' gauge...

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce
n*ggas pack a nine, f*ck you b*tch, I pack a nine too
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts
You point your sh*t, I pull my sh*t, come n*gga now lets check nuts
Born a hustler, raised a hustler, never gonna stop, trick
Buck a hustler, mutherf*cker boy, you better die, b*tch
Found myself a buster, had the boy front me an O.Z
f*cked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key
Now he's got some n*ggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back, better call Eiht
Call my n*gga up, kicked the fundamentals
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental
Eiht rolled in with the motherf*ckin' task force
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
n*ggas don't ever f*ck with me
Cause I'm a n*gga who plays the game for keeps
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, cause I'm in too deep

[MC Eiht: Talking]
Geeah, the criminals is in the motherf*ckin' house..
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin'
Got the Glocks all c*cked, let the fools keep coming
Scarface got the motherf*ckin' pump under the seat
So n*ggas better duck or your ass is f*cked, geah
The mad man with nuttin' to lose
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues
And um, or get served like a damn clucker
Sucker, or in the end be a short motherf*cker
Now them one-times is all on my back and
Heard that Eiht and Scarface peeled the cap and
They wanna gaffle us up, but its a shame
Can't fade the best from Compton and the Midwest
So watch your back when the n*ggas step
Cuz the scene that is left is your whole families death
And fool don't sleep
Cuz sorry motherf*cker, we in too deep

[Outro]
Geah. In your sh*t for the nine-deuce
MC Eiht in the motherf*ckin' house, and my n*gga Scarface and sh*t
DJ Slip in mutherf*ckin house. And we killin' the sh*t off. Geah